As I went down for to take a little walk I came upon that Wild Bill Jones He was a walkin' and a talkin' by my true lover's side 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 boy's soul He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck Saying, "Honey, won't you take 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 old long necked bottle And we'll all go on a spree Today I saw the last of Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow'll be the last of me...
As I went down for to take a little walk I came upon that Wild Bill Jones He was a walkin' and a talkin' by my true lover's side 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 boy's soul He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck Saying, "Honey, won't you take 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 old long necked bottle And we'll all go on a spree Today I saw the last of Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow'll be the last of me...
