Now once upon a time when the West was old
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A ma saw her son was a sight to behold
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He could shoot his daddy's gun like a straight arrow
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He wrestled with the rattlesnakes before he walked
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Ya, he grew up fast with a hardened grit
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And he had the pluck and he had the wit
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Ya his mamma called him William till he up and quit
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And in these here parts he's known as Billy the Kid
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I've had you in my sights, my arms for so long.
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Where did you go? I didn't know.
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I've been around here waiting for so long, so long
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And I'll wait for you.
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He was as tough as nails, barging in the saloon
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Missing an eye, gun glowed in the moon
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He called out to the crowd, "I don't want no fuss.
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See, I'm looking for a runaway, who looks like this!"
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And he slammed the paper down, it was covered in dust,
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But the crowd kept silent, sure, he looked real tough,
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But they knew the portrait well, and they knew not to,
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Mess with Billy the Kid and his gang of thugs
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I've had you in my sights, my arms for so long.
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Where did you go? I didn't know.
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I've been around here waiting for so long, so long
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And I'll wait for you.
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[x2]
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The sheriff knocked on the door of a pretty girl
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Tipped his hat, said, "We gotta have a look around.
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We'll give you cash if you tip off the fugitive."
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She bit her lip, she was in love and acted clueless.
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He grabbed her arm and said, "We heard you been a harborin'.
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Give him up, I give my word I'll keep your name clean."
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She steered 'em clear of the cracks in the floorboards and
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Said, "You'll never find him, you'll never find him!"
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I've had you in my sights, my arms for so long.
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Where did you go? I didn't know.
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I've been around here waiting for so long, so long
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And I'll wait for you.
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[x2]
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Billy The Kid
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Dia Frampton |