A tribute to the one and only Billy The Kid
lyrics
Garret was comin', the Governor lied,
we were split up, man to man...
Our best bet for livin' was on the Mexican side,
but that ain't what Billy had planned.
Don't go to Tombstone, they'll catch you up there,
in Texas they'll hang you for sure...
Get across the Rio, we'll hide up somewhere,
where they won't hear your name anymore...
Billy was happy with the fame he had bought,
paid for with the blood of five men.
He cared very little for the trouble he'd wrought,
he'd ride on forever, amen...
Remember me Billy and the way we would ride.
'neath a blood red New Mexico sky,
The rios conchitas shed tears for the brave,
and they'll cry for you so when you die...
We were still talkin' when Billy lit out,
ridin' horse leather, hell-bent,
He figured on waitin' ol' Pat Garret out,
but we all knew better by then...
Don't go to Tombstone, they'll catch you up there,
in Texas they'll hang you for sure,
get across the Rio, we'll hide up somewhere.
where they won't hear your name anymore....
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