Wild Bill Jones
As DI went out for to Ctake a little Dwalk
I walked upon that CWild Bill DJones
He was Da'walking and a'talking by my Ctrue lover's Dside
And I Dbid him to Cleave her Dalone
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