I was out a-walking around one night
And I met with old Wild Bill Jones.
He was walking, he was talking with the girl I love
And I bid him for to leave her alone.
He said, “Young man, I’m 22;
Too old for to be controlled.”
I drew a revolver from my side
And I destroyed one poor boy’s soul.
He rambled and he scrambled all on the ground
And he gave one deathly moan.
He looked in the face of his darling true love;
Says, “Oh darling you are left alone.”
My money’s in my pockets and my pistol’s in my hand,
Looking for the man that made old Wild Bill stand.
