Lyrics:

Strapped on my holster low across my hipsTwo Colt .45's with white plastic gripsAnd I'd head west through our neighbo
rhoodAnd they'd say 'Here comes young BillyAnd he's up to no good'... yeahI rode a trail through the neighbor's back yardS
hooting the bad guys through my handlebarsKnown for my bravery both far and nearBeing late for supper was my only fearI mis
s Billy the kidThe times that he hadThe life that he livedI guess he must've got caughtHis innocence lostI wonder where he
isI miss Billy the kidThese days I don't know whose side to be onThere's such a thin line between right and wrongI live a
nd learn, do the best I canThere's only so much you can do as a manI miss Billy the kidThe times that he hadThe life that
he livedI guess he must've got caughtHis innocence lostLord, I wonder where he isI miss Billy the kidI miss Billy the kid
The times that he hadThe life that he livedI guess he must've got caughtHis innocence lostLord, I wonder where he isI mis
s Billy the kid