Billy The Kid

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[Verse 1]
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In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
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Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico
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There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a-rollin' slow
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I guess the devil's passed this way again.

[Verse 2]
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There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees
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And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.
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He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees
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And he's dealing in a game that he can't win.

[Chorus]
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Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
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Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
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Every notch you carve on your six gun
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Has a bloody tale to tell.
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You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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Those fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed
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Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead
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As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head
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And now the Wheel of Fortune starts to turn.

[Verse 4]
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Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land
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And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand
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And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men
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When you shake hands with the devil you get burned.

[Chorus]
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Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,
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Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
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Every notch you carve on your six gun
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Has a bloody tale to tell.
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You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

[Interlude]
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[Bass Solo]
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[Guitar Solo]
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