As I went down for to take a little walk

I came upon that Wild Bill Jones

He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side

And I bid him to leave her alone



He said my age is twenty-one

Too old to be controlled

I pulled my revolver from my side

And I 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



So put them handcuffs on me boys

And lead me to that freight car gate

I have no friends or relations there

No-one for to go my bail



So pass around that old long necked bottle

And we'll all go on a spree

For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones

And tomorrow will be the last of me



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