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Billy Dean - Billy the Kid lyrics
Strapped on my holster low across my hips Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips And I'd head west through our neighborhood And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy And he's up to no good'... yeah I rode a trail through the neighbor's back yard Shooting the bad guys 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've got caught His innocence lost I wonder where he is I miss Billy the kid These days I don't know whose 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've got caught His innocence 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've got caught His innocence lost Lord, I wonder where he is I miss Billy the kid |
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