| In a torrid little cabin 'neath Aurora Boreeay
|
| Wild Bill waxed his whiskers, dabbed perfume behind each ear
|
| From a flask of Spanish lotion that he’d had for many years
|
| Kept it for occasions when he went to see his dear
|
| When he went down to see that little girl
|
| Slipped off a ring of silver, slipped on a ring of gold
|
| With a twenty-carat diamond that was carved into a rose
|
| An ivory-stemmed revolver was reflected in his boots
|
| That glittered like the cuff studs setting off his lovin' suit
|
| When he went down to see that little girl
|
| Threw a handful of ash on the fire
|
| Made his way out through the snow
|
| To the finest cuisine south of Canada
|
| The finest north of Mexico
|
| The lady who was his intension
|
| With the look fit to fetch or to kill
|
| Had tattooed 'neath the lace on her bosom
|
| 'Wild Bill Loves Diamond Lil'
|
| She was not just the girl of his dreams
|
| He was not only fond of her charms
|
| She could knock down a man at ninety paces
|
| While he rolled her around in his arms
|
| Shot a hole through the hand of Michael Miller
|
| As he crept up behind Wild Bill
|
| She said, «Now share a little of the life I’ve saved you
|
| Where you know you can relax and not get killed»
|
| Jacob nailed the ladder to the floor
|
| Now we can’t move the ladder 'round no more
|
| Sunday is the day I go to church and pray the Lord
|
| Take me when I die to golden shores
|
| Monday is the day I go to work and pay our bills
|
| Saturday I go and spend what’s left at Diamond Lil’s
|
| Yeah, that’s the day I go to Diamond Lil’s
|
| In a torrid little cabin 'neath Aurora Boreeay
|
| Wild Bill waxed his whiskers dabbed perfume behind each ear
|
| From a flask of Spanish lotion that he’d had for many years
|
| Kept it for occasions when he went to see his dear
|
| When he went down to see Diamond Lil |