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!