Wild Bill Jones

As I went out for to take a little walk And I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones He was walking and talking by my true lover's side I forbid him for to leave her alone He says my age it is just twenty-one, Too old for to be controlled I drew my revolver from my side I destroyed that poor boy's soul. Well he kicked and he staggered boys he fell to the ground And he give one dying groan I throwed my arms around my true lover's neck Saying baby you'll be left alone. I've got one dollar in my pocket book And a dollar in my hand Well it's come on boys and let's take a drink While I have this money for to spend. Well it's pass around your long neck bottle And we'll all get on a spree For today was the last of old Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow'll be the last of me. I was on that old train when she blowed for midnight I was on her when she whistled for day She went around the curve and she strained every nerve This old engine goin' to carry me away. Well the engineer he said to his fireman Just a little more extra coal We'll heat her red hot and we'll keep her in the trot And we'll run her in some lonesome hole. Well it's pass around your long neck bottle And we'll all get on a spree For today was the last of old Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow'll be the last of me.