Songs about an Outlaw

Chapter 2 a song from a friend

living on the road Billy was going to keep you free and clean you wear your skin like iron and your breath is as hard as kerosene weren't you momma's only boy but her favorite one it seems she began to cry when you said goodbye Billy was a boy bandit king he wore his gun outside his paints for the all of the world to feel Billy met his match you know in Fort Sumner New Mexico nobody heard his dying words but that is the way that it goes the day they laid poor Billy low Pat split for Santa Fe where he got the bread to go ain't nobody knows the boys tell how Billy fell and Pat's living in cheap hotels Fort Sumner's quiet and Santa Fe's cold and the story ends we're told Billy needs your prayers it's true but save a few for Pat too he only did what he had to do and now he is growing old all the lawmen say they could've had him any day they only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose a few grey lawmen say we've could've had him any day we only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose all the lawmen say they could've had him any day but they only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose a few grey lawmen say we could've had him any we only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose.