Put em up Billy
Don't pull your guns
Don't kill another man
So you can have your fun
You've got a woman who loves you
With all of her soul
And if you don't
Change your ways, Billy
Your gonna lose yours
William H Bonney
From Brooklyn, New York
Moved down to the Southwest
Back in 1894
He was quick with a gun
He never tried to keep it hid
All the boys that knew him
Just called him Billy The Kid
Oh Billy, you better change your mind
Oh Billy, you're running out of time
He went to work for a rancher
Named John C Cahill
He taught Billy manners
And gentlemen's skills
Until that mournful day
That filled Billy up with hate
He came home from the cattle
To find old Cahill's dead
Oh Billy
You better change your mind
Oh Billy, Lord, Lord
You're running out of time
Billy rounded up the boys
And they all went after
That scandalous gang
That killed their benefactor
Found them down in the valley
And they killed them all
Billy got a taste for blood
And became an outlaw
Just two years later, Lord
Billy's dead and buried
Shot in the back for money
By his friend, Pat Garrett
In a dirty old cantina
Down in Old Mexico
We all tried to warn him
Bout the life that he chose
We said
Put 'em up Billy
Don't pull your guns
Don't kill another man
So you can have your fun
You've got a woman who loves you
With all of her soul
And if you don't
Change your ways Billy
Oh, you're gonna lose yours
Oh, if you don't
Change your ways Billy
Oh you're gonna lose yours.
And if you don't
Change your ways Billy
Oh you're gonna lose yours