I was out a-walking around one night
And I met with old wild Bill Jones
He was walking, he was talking with a girl I loved
And I bid him for to leave her alone
He says "Young man, I am 22
Too old for to be controlled"
I drew a revolver from my side
And I destroyed one poor boy's soul
He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground
And he gave one deathly mourn
He looked in the face of his darling true love
Says "Oh darling, you are left alone"
My money's in my pockets and my pistol in my hand
Lookin' for the man that made old wild Bill stand
