Strapped on my holster low across my hips Two Colt .45s with white plastic grips I'd head west into our neighborhood they'd say Here comes young Billy and he's up to no good
I rode a trail through the neighbors' back yards Shootin' the bad guys through my handlebars Known for my bravery both far and near Being late for supper way my only fear
Chorus: I miss Billy the kid The times that he had The life that he lived I guess he must have got caught His innocence lost I wonder where he is I miss Billy the kid
These days I don't know whose side to be on There's such a thin line between right and wrong I live and learn do the best that I can There's only so much you can do as a man