Strapped on my holster, low across my hips With two Colt .45s with white plastic grips
And I'd head west through our neighborhood And they'd say, here comes young Billy
And he's up to no good, yeah
I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard
Shooting the bad guys through my handlebars
Known for my bravery both far and near
Being late for supper was my only fear
I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had, the life that he lived
I guess he must have got caught, his innocence lost
I wonder where he is
I miss Billy the Kid
These days I don't know whose side to be on
There's such a thin line between right and wrong
I live and learn, do the best I can
There's only so much you can do as a man
I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had, the life that he lived
I guess he must have got caught, his innocence lost
Lord, I wonder where he is
I miss Billy the Kid
I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had, the life that he lived
I guess he must have got caught, his innocence lost
Lord, I wonder where he is
I miss Billy the Kid
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