Billy the Kid

Put em up Billy
 Don't pull your guns
 Don't kill another man
 So you can have your fun
 You've got a woman who loves you
 With all of her soul
 And if you don't
 Change your ways, Billy
 Your gonna lose yours
 William H Bonney
 From Brooklyn, New York
 Moved down to the Southwest
 Back in 1894
 He was quick with a gun
 He never tried to keep it hid
 All the boys that knew him
 Just called him Billy The Kid
 Oh Billy, you better change your mind
 Oh Billy, you're running out of time
 He went to work for a rancher
 Named John C Cahill
 He taught Billy manners
 And gentlemen's skills
 Until that mournful day
 That filled Billy up with hate
 He came home from the cattle
 To find old Cahill's dead
 Oh Billy
 You better change your mind
 Oh Billy, Lord, Lord
 You're running out of time
 Billy rounded up the boys
 And they all went after
 That scandalous gang
 That killed their benefactor
 Found them down in the valley
 And they killed them all
 Billy got a taste for blood
 And became an outlaw
 Just two years later, Lord
 Billy's dead and buried
 Shot in the back for money
 By his friend, Pat Garrett
 In a dirty old cantina
 Down in Old Mexico
 We all tried to warn him
 Bout the life that he chose
 We said
 Put 'em up Billy
 Don't pull your guns
 Don't kill another man
 So you can have your fun
 You've got a woman who loves you
 With all of her soul
 And if you don't
 Change your ways Billy
 Oh, you're gonna lose yours
 Oh, if you don't
 Change your ways Billy
 Oh you're gonna lose yours.
 And if you don't
 Change your ways Billy
 Oh you're gonna lose yours