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-walkin' and a-talkin' 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 boys soul
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He reeled and he staggered then he fell to the ground
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And then he gave one giant moan
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He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
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Saying, "Honey, won't you carry 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 ol' longneck bottle
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And we'll all go on a spree
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Today saw the last of Wild Bill Jones
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And tomorrow'll be the last of me
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Wild Bill Jones
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| Alison Krauss & Union Station |
