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Date: 11/15/97; 6:33:58 PM
From: Dakota4954@aol.com
Subject: "Billy the Kid", performed by Chris LeDoux

Transcribed by Diron Ahlquist, (Dakota4954@aol.com)

				BILLY THE KID
						by Chris LeDoux

[Am]In the southern part of Texas, east and [G]west of El Paso

Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the [Am]trail to Mexico.

There’s a new made widow cryin’ and a [G]hurse a-rollin’ slow,

And I [Em]guess that Devil’s passed this way a[Am]gain.


[Am]There’s a lathered sorrel stallion runnin’ [G]through the Joshua Trees,

A young man in the saddle with his [Am]coat tails in the breeze.

Got a six gun on his right hip and a [G]rifle at his knee,

And he’s [Em]dealin’ in a game that he can’t [Am]win.


CHORUS

[Am]Poor Billy Bonney, you’re [G]only twenty-one,

Pat Garrett’s got your name on every [Am]bullet in his gun.

Each notch you carved on your six-gun’s got a [G]bloody tale to tell

Well, you’re a mile ahead of Garrett and a [Em]step outside of [Am]hell.


[Am]Them fancy clothes you’re wearin’ and the [G]women in your bed,

Can’t take away the faces of the [Am]men that you left dead.

As you ride across the badlands with a [G]price upon your head,

[Em]Now that wheel or fortune starts to [Am]turn.


[Am]Your reputation’s grown till it’s the [G]biggest in the land,

And there ain’t a lot of people left who [Am]wanna call your hand.

And I guess you’ll go down shootin’ just [G]like all brand of men,

And when you [Em]shake hands with the Devil you get [Am]burned.

CHORUS x 2