C
Strapped on my holster low across my hips
Two cold forty-fives with white plastic grips
F
And I'd head west through our neighborhood
C
They'd say here comes young Billy and he's up to no good yeah
I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard
Shootin' the bad guys through my handle bars
F
Known for my bravery both far and near
C
And bein' late for supper was my only fear
G7 F
I miss Billy the Kid
C G7
The times that he had the life that he lived
F C
I guess he must have got caught his innocence lost
G7 C
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
F
I live and learn do the best I can
C
There's only so much you can do as a man
G7 F
I miss Billy the Kid
C G7
The times that he had the life that he lived
F C
I guess he must have got caught his innocence lost
G7 C
I wonder where he is I miss Billy the Kid
G7 F
I miss Billy the Kid
C G7
The times that he had the life that he lived
F C
I guess he must have got caught his innocence lost
G7 C
I wonder where he is I miss Billy the Kid
