Текст песни Marty Robbins - Billy The Kid
Marty Robbins - Billy The Kid слова песни
Ill sing you a true song of Billy the KidIll sing of some desperate deeds that he didWay out in New Mexico long long agoWhen a man`s only chance was his own forty-four.When Billy the Kid was a very young ladIn old Silver City he went to the badWay out in the West with a gun in his handAt the age of twelve years he did kill his first man.There`s Mexican maidens play guitars and singSongs about Billy, their boy bandit kingEre his young manhood has reached his sad endWith a notch an his pistol for twenty one men!Was on a sad night when poor Billy diedHe said to his friend, "I`m not satisfiedThere`s twenty one men I have put bullets throughSheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two!"Ill sing you how Billy the Kid met his fateThe bright moon was shinin`, the hour was lateShot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friendThe young outlaw`s life is now come to an end.There`s many a man with a face fine and fairWho start out in life with a chance to be squareJust like poor Billy they wander astrayThey`ll lose their lives in the very same way!