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As I went out for to take a little walk
And I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones,
He was walking and a-talking by my true lover's side,
I bid him for to leave her alone.
He said, my age it is twenty-one,
Too old for to be controlled,
I drew my revolver from off my side,
I destroyed that poor boy's soul.
Well, he kicked and he scrambled and he fell to the ground
And he gave one dying groan,
I turned to my true lover standing around,
Said, darling, you will be left alone.
I've got one dollar in my pocket
And a quarter in my hand,
Well, it's come on, boys, and let's take a drink,
While I have money for to spend.
Well, it's pass around your long-neck bottles
And we'll all go on a spree,
Today was the last of ol' Wild Bill Jones
Tomorrow'll be the last of me.
My woman, she wrote a letter to me,
Said,"Darling, what might your bail be?"
My woman she sent me a ten-dollar bill,
Said, "Darling, come home to me."
They sent me to the jail for twenty long years,
This poor boy longs to be free,
But Wild Bill Jones and them long-neck bottles
Have been the ruin of me.
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