Wild bill jones

I was out, out walking around at night
And I came upon Wild Bill Jones
He was walking, he was talking with the girl I loved
And I beat him for to leave her alone

He said, "Young man, I'm twenty-two"
"Too old for to be controlled"
So I drew a revolver from my side
And I shot at the poor boy soul

He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground
And he let out a dreadful moan
He looked in the face of his darling true love
Saying "Honey you are left all alone"

Got my money in my pocket and my pistol in my hand
Look for the man who made Wild Bill stand