Wild Bill Jones
Traditional
As I went out for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a walking and a talking by my true lover’s side
I bid him to leave her alone
He said my age is twenty-one years
Too old to be controlled
So I drew my revolver from my side
Destroyed that poor boy’s soul
So let's pass around that long neck bottle
And go out walkin' on the street
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
Tomorrow will be the last of me
They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This poor boy longs to be free
But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle
Have been the ruin of me