Lyrics Billy the Kid (Live) - Chris LeDoux

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin mountains guard the trail to Mexico
There's a new-made widow cryin' and a hearse a-rollin' slow
And I guess that devil's passed this way again

There's a lathered sorrel stallion runnin' through the Joshua trees
A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze
Got a six-gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee
And he's dealin' in a game that he can't win

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a step outside of hell

Them fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed
Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead
As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head
Now that wheel of fortune starts to turn

Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand
And I guess you'll go down shootin' just like all brand of men
When you shake hands with the devil, you get burned

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a step outside of hell