As I went out for to take a little walk,
And I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones,
He was walkin’ and talkin’ by my true lover’s side,
I forbid him for to leave her alone.
He says my age it is just twenty-one,
Too old for to be controlled,
I drew my revolver from my side,
I destroyed that poor boy’s soul.
Well he kicked and he staggered boys he fell to the ground,
And he give one dying groan,
I throwed my arms around my true lover’s neck,
Saying, "Honey, won't you carry 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.
Well it’s pass around your long neck bottle,
And we’ll all get on a spree,
For today was the last of old Wild Bill Jones,
And tomorrow’ll be the last of me.
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