Тексты песни «Billy The Kid»

Strapped on my holster low across my hips Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips And I'd head west through our neighborhood And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy And he's up to no good'... yeah I rode a trail...

Racing down the highway Road's open wide A modern-day young gun On a steel horse ride Feeling like an outlaw I'm Billy the kid Makin' most of this moment 'Cause who knows when it'll all end Always on the run...

From a town known as Wheeling West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and West of the Rio Grande Well he started with a bank in Colorado...

Billy the kid I understand you It really ain't your fault that the west is so wild Billy the kid cain't reprimand you You must have been deprived when you was a child Whoopee ti yi yipee yipee, shoot 'em in the...

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of EL Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a rolling slow I guess that Devil's passed this way...

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a-rolling slow And I guess that Devil's passed this...

Now once upon a time when the West was old A ma saw her son was a sight to behold He could shoot his daddys gun like a straight arrow He wrestled with the rattlesnakes before he walked Ya, he grew up fast with a...

Billy the Kid is coming down to the city singing Heladihadiho go go Back in the saddle after being in prison singing Heladihadiho go go Colt on the right and a riffle on the left The ladies do like him do like him to...

Ill sing you a true song of Billy the Kid Ill sing of some desperate deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico long long ago When a man's only chance was his own forty-four. When Billy the Kid was a very young lad In old...

The story so far, the story never find the end I aint your enemy, the story goes to the end His blue eyes doesn't telling any lies, the kid wont telling you the lies The sheriff asked "who's the man?" they said "who...

Silence In the steps of no-man's land Camp fire, the smell of prarie wind Men surround the blaze Drink booze recall the day Til a strangers voice rings out to pray the sin "The man who pulls his gun'd be dead...

(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder) (G) - (D) (G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico a long time (D) ago When a (G) man's only...

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did Out in New Mexico long time ago When a man's only chance was his own forty-four When Billy the Kid was a very young lad In old...

Well I heard you in the back room Your friends had a laugh on me Passed my name through the cantina Yeah your face was hard to read Something in your demeanor Should of given you away But I was desperate for a friend I...

Well I heard you in the back room Your friends had a laugh on me Passed my name through the cantina Yeah your face was hard to read Something in your demeanor Should of given you away But I was desperate for a friend I...

Well I heard you in the back room Your friends had a laugh on me Passed my name through the cantina Yeah, your face was hard to read Something in your demeanor Should've given you away But I was desperate for a friend I...

Billy The Kid I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid, I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did, Way out in New Mexico, long long ago When a man's only chance was his own 44. When Billy the Kid was a very young...