The Charlie Daniels Band – Billy The Kid (Guitar)

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In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso

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Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico

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There's a new-made widow crying and a hearse a-rollin' slow

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I guess the devil's passed this way again.

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There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees

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And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.

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He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees

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And he's dealing in a game that he can't win.

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Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,

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Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.

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Every notch you carve on your six gun

      C
Has a bloody tale to tell.

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You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.

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Those fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed

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Can't take away the traces of the men that you've left dead

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As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head

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And now the Wheel of Fortune starts to turn.

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Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land

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And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand

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And I guess you'll go down shootin' and like all branded men

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When you shake hands with the devil you get burned.

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Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 21,

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Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun.

      Dm
Every notch you carve on your six gun

      C
Has a bloody tale to tell.

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You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell.