Lyrics:

As I went down for to take a little walkI came upon that Wild Bill JonesHe was a-walkin' and a-talkin' by my true lover's sideAnd I bid him to leave her aloneHe said, 'My age is twenty-one,Too old to be controlled.'I pulled my revolver from my sideAnd I destroyed that poor boys soulHe reeled and he staggered then he fell to the groundAnd then he gave one giant moanHe wrapped his arms around my little girl's neckSaying, 'Honey, won't you carry me home.'So put them handcuffs on me boysAnd lead me to that freight car gateI have no friends or relations thereNo one for to go my bailSo pass around that ol' longneck bottleAnd we'll all go on a spreeToday saw the last of Wild Bill JonesAnd tomorrow'll be the last of me