| Now once upon a time when the West was old
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| A ma saw her son was a sight to behold
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| He could shoot his daddy’s gun like a straight arrow
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| He wrestled with the rattlesnakes before he walked
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| Ya, he grew up fast with a hardened grit
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| And he had the pluck and he had the wit
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| Ya his mamma called him William till he up and quit
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| And in these here parts he’s known as Billy the Kid
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| I’ve had you in my sights, my arms for so long
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| Where did you go? |
| I didn’t know
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| I’ve been around here waiting for so long, so long
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| And I’ll wait for you
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| He was as tough as nails, barging in the saloon
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| Missing an eye, gun glowed in the moon
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| He called out to the crowd, «I don’t want no fuss
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| See, I’m looking for a runaway, who looks like this!»
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| And he slammed the paper down, it was covered in dust
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| But the crowd kept silent, sure, he looked real tough
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| But they knew the portrait well, and they knew not to
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| Mess with Billy the Kid and his gang of thugs
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| I’ve had you in my sights, my arms for so long
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| Where did you go? |
| I didn’t know
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| I’ve been around here waiting for so long, so long
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| And I’ll wait for you
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| And I’ll wait for you
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| The sheriff knocked on the door of a pretty girl
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| Tipped his hat, said, «We gotta have a look around
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| We’ll give you cash if you tip off the fugitive.»
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| She bit her lip, she was in love and acted clueless
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| He grabbed her arm and said, «We heard you been a harborin'
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| Give him up, I give my word I’ll keep your name clean.»
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| She steered 'em clear of the cracks in the floorboards and
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| Said, «You'll never find him, you’ll never find him!»
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| I’ve had you in my sights, my arms for so long
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| Where did you go? |
| I didn’t know
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| I’ve been around here waiting for so long, so long
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| And I’ll wait for you
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| And I’ll wait for you |