Billy the Kid

Billy was a bad man

And carried a big gun,

He was always after Greasers

And kept 'em on the run.

He shot one every morning

For to make his morning meal.

And let a white man sass him,

He was shore to feel his steel.

He kept folks in hot water,

And he stole from many a stage,

And when he was full of liquor

He was always in a rage.

But one day he met a man

Who was a whole lot badder

and now he's dead

and we ain't none the sadder.