As I went down for to take a little walk
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I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
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He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side
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And I bid him to leave her alone
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He said my age is twenty-one
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Too old to be controlled
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I pulled my revolver from my side
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And I destroyed that poor boy's soul
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He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground
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And then he gave one dying moan
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He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
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Saying honey won't you take me home
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So put them handcuffs on me boys
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And lead me to that freight car gate
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I have no friends or relations there
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No-one for to go my bail
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So pass around that old long necked bottle
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And we'll all go on a spree
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For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
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And tomorrow will be the last of me
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They sent me to prison for twenty long years
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This poor boy longs to be free
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But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle
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Have been the ruin of me
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Wild Bill Jones
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| Stanley Brothers |
