Wild Bill Jones

As I went out for to take a little walk
 I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
 He was walking, he was talking
 By my true lover's side
 And I bid him leave her alone
 He said his age was 21
 And just too old to be controlled
 I grabbed my revolver
 From my side
 And I destroyed that poor boy's soul
 He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
 Then he gave one dying moan
 He wrapped his arms
 'Round my little girl's neck
 Crying, "Honey, won't you take me home?"
 So put them handcuffs on me boys
 And lead me to that freight car gate
 I have no friends
 Or relations there
 No one for to go my bail
 Pass around that long-neck bottle
 And we'll all go on a spree
 For today was the last
 Of that Wild Bill Jones
 And tomorrow will be the last of me
 They sent me to prison for twenty long years
 This old boy longs to be free
 For Wild Bill Jones
 And that bottle o' gin
 Have been the ruin of me