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BILLY THE KID |
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Thirty miles west of the Gila They bade the posse good-bye, For they could n't keep up with the lightÂweight Kids, How matter how hard they'd try.
From the land of the Montezuma, Past the hills of the Mogollons, By night en day they made their way Till they landed in Tombstone.
■Those were frontier towns, old pardner; 'T was a game of take en give, And the one who could draw the fastest Was the only one who 'd live.
Whiskey en women en poker,
Monte en Faro en Stud,
Just a short wild race, who 'd keep the pace
Would land in a river of blood.
Fightin' en drinkin' en gamblin', Nigger en Mex en White; T was a riot of sin, let the best man win; 'T was drink, when called, or fight.
En every one claimed a woman, Though none of their claims would stand 'Gainst the Kid, who was quicker 'n lightning With a gun in either hand.
Believing that John H. Tunstall Was the man who was in the right, |
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