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The Kid
I'll sing you a true song of the Kid,
I'll sing of the desperate that he did,
Way out in New Mexico, long ago
a man's only chance was his own 44.
When the Kid was a very young lad
In the old Silver City he to the bad
Way out in the with a gun in his hand
At the age of years he first killed his man.
Fair Mexican play guitars and sing
A about Billy, the boy bandit king
How ere his manhood had reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for men.
'Twas on the same when poor Billy died
He to his friends: "I am not satisfied.
There are men I have put bullets through
And Pat Garrett must make twenty-two."
Now this is how the Kid met his fate,
The bright moon was shining, the hour was
down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life had now to its end.
There's many a man with a fine and fair
Who starts out in life with a to be square,
But just like poor Billy he astray
And loses his in the very same way.
Note: This -- a pretty good one, I think -- is remembered
mainly Woody Guthrie used the tune for the verse of So
Long, It's Been Good to You.
From Songs and Other Frontier Ballads
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