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Wild Bill Jones
by Samamidon
I was out a walkin' around one night
And I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walkin', he was talkin' with a girl I loved
And I bid him for 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 that poor boys soul
He rambled and he scrambled and he fell to the ground
And then he let out a dreadful moan
He looked in the face of his darling true love
Saying "Honey, you are left alone."
Got my money in my pocket
And my pistol in my hand
Look for the man who made Wild Bill still
by Samamidon
I was out a walkin' around one night
And I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walkin', he was talkin' with a girl I loved
And I bid him for 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 that poor boys soul
He rambled and he scrambled and he fell to the ground
And then he let out a dreadful moan
He looked in the face of his darling true love
Saying "Honey, you are left alone."
Got my money in my pocket
And my pistol in my hand
Look for the man who made Wild Bill still