Billy the kid

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!