Strapped on my holster low across my hips, 

Two Colt .45's with black plastic grips; 

And I'd head west through our neighborhood, 

And they'd say, 

“Here comes young Billy and he's up to no good.” 

I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard, 

Shootin' the Bad Guys through my handlebars. 

Known for my bravery both far and near, 

Bein' 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've got caught, 

His innocence lost... 

I wonder where he is? 

I miss Billy the Kid!



These days I don't know whose side to be on; 

There's such a thin line between Right and Wrong. 

I live and learn, do the best I can, 

But 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've got caught, 

His innocence lost... 

Lord, I wonder where he is? 

I miss Billy the Kid!