Текст песни: Billy the Kid + перевод

I’ll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid

I’ll sing of the desperate deeds that he did

Out in New Mexico long time ago

When a man’s only chance was his own forty-four

When Billy the Kid was a very young lad

In old Silver City he went to the bad

Way out in the West with a gun in his hand

At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man

Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing

A song about Billy, their boy bandit king

Who ere his young man-hood had reached its sad end

Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men

'Twas on the same night, when poor Billy died

He said to his friends, 'I am not satisfied

Twenty-one men I have put bullets through

Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two'

Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate

The bright moon was shining, the hour was late

Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend

The young outlaw’s life had now come to its end

There’s many a man with a face fine and fair

Who starts out in life with a chance to be square

But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray

And loses his life in the very same way

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