Wild Bill Jones

I was out, out walking around at night

And I came upon Wild Bill Jones

He was walking, he was talking with the girl I loved

And I beat him for to leave her alone

He said, "Young man, I'm twenty-two"

"Too old for to be controlled"

So I drew a revolver from my side

And I shot at the poor boy soul

He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground

And he let out a dreadful moan

He looked in the face of his darling true love

Saying "Honey you are left all alone"

Got my money in my pocket and my pistol in my hand

Look for the man who made Wild Bill stand