Wild Bill Jones
As BI went out for to Atake a little Bwalk
I walked upon that AWild Bill BJones
He was Ba'walking and a'talking by my Atrue lover's Bside
And I Bbid him to Aleave her Balone
Boys pass around that long-necked bottle
Let's all get on a spree
Today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
tomorrow be the last of me
He said my age is twenty-one
Too old to be controlled
I drew my revolver from my side
And 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
They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This poor boy longs to be free
But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle
Have been the ruin of me