I Miss Billy The Kid

I Miss Billy The Kid
Strapped on my holster low across my hips,
with two colt 45's with white plastic grips,
then i ‘d head west through our neighborhood,
and they'd say here comes young billy and he's up to no good. (yeah)
I road a trail through the neighbor's back yard,
a shooting the bad guy's through my handlebars,
known for my bravery both far and near,
being late for supper was my only fear.
I miss billy the kid,
the times that he had the life that he lived,
i guess he must have got caught his innocences lost,
i wonder where he is. i miss billy the kid.
These day's i don't know whos side to be on,
there's such a thin line between right and wrong,
i live and learn do the best i can,
there's only so much you can do as a man.
I miss billy the kid,
the times that he had the life that he lived,
i guess he must have got caught his innocences lost,
lord i wonder where he is. i miss billy the kid.
I miss billy the kid,
the times that he had the life that he lived,
i guess he must have got caught his innocences lost,
lord i wonder where he is. i miss billy the kid.