Billy The Kid - Billy Dean

Strapped on my holster low across my hips, 
Two Colt .45’s with black plastic grips; 
And I’d head west through our neighborhood, 
And they’d say, 
“Here comes young Billy and he’s up to no good.” 
I rode a trail through the neighbor’s backyard, 
Shootin’ the Bad Guys through my handlebars. 
Known for my bravery both far and near, 
Bein’ late for supper was my only fear.

I miss Billy the Kid! 
The times that he had! 
The life that he lived! 
I guess he must’ve got caught, 
His innocence lost... 
I wonder where he is? 
I miss Billy the Kid!

These days I don’t know whose side to be on; 
There’s such a thin line between Right and Wrong. 
I live and learn, do the best I can, 
But there’s only so much you can do as a man.

I miss Billy the Kid! 
The times that he had! 
The life that he lived! 
I guess he must’ve got caught, 
His innocence lost... 
Lord, I wonder where he is? 
I miss Billy the Kid!