Текст песни Billy The Kid

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 cryin' and a hearse a-rollin' slow,
And I guess that devil's passed this way again.

There's a lathered sorrel stallion runnin' through the Joshua trees,
A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.
Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee,
And he's dealin' in a game that he can't win.

Chorus
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell,
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell.

Them fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed,
Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead.Chris Ledoux - Billy The Kid - http://ru.motolyrics.com/chris-ledoux/billy-the-kid-lyrics.html
As you ride across the badland with a price upon your head,
Now that wheel of fortune starts to turn.

Your reputation's grown till it's the biggest in the land,
And there ain't a lot of people left who'd wanna call your hand.
And I guess you go down shootin' just like all brand of men,
when you shake hands with the devil you get burned.

Chorus x2
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell,
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell.

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one,
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell,
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell.