From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande. Well he started with a bank in Colorado In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid And his age and his size Took the teller by surprise And, the word spread of Billy the kid Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart And he never had a home But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name Well he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma And the largest could not seem to track him down And it served his legend well For the folks they loved to tell about When Billy the kid came to town. Well one cold day a posse captured Billy And the judge said String him up for what he did. And the cowboys and their kin Like the sea, came pouring in To watch the hanging of Billy the kid. Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart But he finally found a home Under the boot hill grave that bears his name. From a town known as Oyster Bay Long Island Rode a boy with a six pack in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande.