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