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As I went down for to take a little walk 
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I came upon that Wild Bill Jones 
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He was a-walkin' and a-talkin' by my true lover's side 
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And I bid him to leave her alone 
 
He said, "My age is twenty-one, 
Too old to be controlled." 
I pulled my revolver from my side 
And I destroyed that poor boys soul 
 
He reeled and he staggered then he fell to the ground 
And then he gave one giant moan 
He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck 
Saying, "Honey, won't you carry me home." 
 
So put them handcuffs on me boys 
And lead me to that freight car gate 
I have no friends or relations there 
No one for to go my bail 
 
So pass around that ol' longneck bottle 
And we'll all go on a spree 
Today saw the last of Wild Bill Jones 
And tomorrow'll be the last of me