Billy was an outlaw who traveled down the trail <br />with his six-guns a-blazing as he rode strait into hell <br />The purple sage mountains outlined the western town <br />where fate had been following like a shadow on the ground <br />The Marshall sat there waiting that hot and hellish night <br />a warrant for Billy just aching for a fight <br />So Judas told the Marshall he sleeps across the way <br />without his six-guns handy and on a bed there he laid <br />Well the night had exploded with gun fire in the air <br />and as he awakened you could hear Billy swear <br />Marshall take your guns and ride out of town <br />lets' put an end to this a bullet cuts him down <br />Marshall take your guns and ride out of town <br />lets' put an end to this Billy tumbles to the ground <br />Billy was an outlaw who traveled down the trail <br />with his six-guns a-blazing as he rode strait into hell<br /><br />Randy Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-billy-the-kid/
