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From A Town Known As Wheeling West Virginia**lf**rode A Boy With A Six-Gun In His Hand**lf**and His Daring Life Of Crime**lf**made Him A Legend In His Time**lf**east And West Of The Rio Grande**lf****lf**well He Started With A Bank In Colorado**lf**in The Pocket Of Hist Vest A Colt He Hid**lf**and His Age And His Size**lf**took The Teller By Surprise**lf**and The Words Spread Of Billy The Kid**lf****lf**well He Never Travelled Heavy**lf**yes, He Always Rode Alone**lf**and He Soon Put Many Older Guns To Shame**lf**well He Never Had A Sweetheart**lf**and He Never Had A Home**lf**but The Cowboys And The Ranchers Knew His Name**lf****lf**well He Robbed His Way From Utah To Oklahoma**lf**and The Law Just Couldn''t Seem To Track Him Down**lf**and It Served His Legend Well**lf**for The Folks They Love To Tell**lf**''bout When Billy The Kid Was In Town**lf****lf**one Cold Day A Posse Captured Billy**lf**and The Judge Said String ''im Up For What He Did**lf**and The Cowboys And Their Kin**lf**like The Sea Came Pourin'' In**lf**to Watch The Hangin'' Of Billy The Kid**lf****lf**well He Never Travelled Heavy**lf**yes, He Always Rode Alone**lf**and He Soon Put Many Older Guns To Shame**lf**well He Never Had A Sweetheart**lf**tho'' He Finally Found A Home**lf**underneath The Boot Hill Grave That Bears His Name**lf****lf**from A Town Known As Oyster Bay, Long Island**lf**rode A Boy With A Six-Pack In His Hand**lf**and His Daring Life Of Crime**lf**made Him A Legend In His Time**lf**east And West Of The Rio Grande