Strapped On My Holster Low Across My Hips,

With Two Colt 45's With White Plastic Grips,

Then I 'd Head West Through Our Neighborhood,

And They'd Say Here Comes Young Billy And He's Up To No Good. (yeah)



I Road A Trail Through The Neighbor's Back Yard,

A Shooting The Bad Guy's Through My Handlebars,

Known For My Bravery Both Far And Near,

Being Late For Supper Was My Only Fear.



I Miss Billy The Kid,

The Times That He Had The Life That He Lived,

I Guess He Must Have Got Caught His Innocences Lost,

I Wonder Where He Is. I Miss Billy The Kid.



These Day's I Don't Know Whos Side To Be On,

There's Such A Thin Line Between Right And Wrong,

I Live And Learn Do The Best I Can,

There's Only So Much You Can Do As A Man.



I Miss Billy The Kid,

The Times That He Had The Life That He Lived,

I Guess He Must Have Got Caught His Innocences Lost,

Lord I Wonder Where He Is. I Miss Billy The Kid.



I Miss Billy The Kid,

The Times That He Had The Life That He Lived,

I Guess He Must Have Got Caught His Innocences Lost,

Lord I Wonder Where He Is. I Miss Billy The Kid.