As I went down for to take a little walk,
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones.
He was a walkin’ and a talkin’ by my true lover’s side,
And I bid him to leave her alone.
He said my age is twenty-one,
Too old to be controlled.
I pulled my revolver from my side,
And I destroyed that poor boy’s soul.
He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground,
And then he gave one dying moan.
He wrapped his arms around my little girl’s neck,
Saying honey won’t you take me home.
So put them handcuffs on me boys,
And lead me to that freight car gate.
I have no friends or relations there,
No-one for to go my bail.
So pass around that old long necked bottle,
And we’ll all go on a spree. ye-hee-hee.
Today I saw the last of Wild Bill Jones,
And tomarrow’ll be the last of me.
Submitted by Angela M. Ruley
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