| Silence
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| In the steps of no-man's land
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| Camp fire, the smell of prarie wind
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| Men surround the blaze
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| Drink booze recall the day
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| Til a strangers voice rings out to pray the sin
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| «The man who pulls his gun’d be dead
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| Before he moves the trigger»
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| Scared to death no one dared to breathe
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| Billy took their money
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| Burst into ringing laughter
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| Stole a horse and left the shattered scene
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| Billy the kid, beast of prey that won’t be tamed
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| Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games
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| Wanted
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| For the men he’d killed in vain
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| A thousand dollars cash on Billy’s head
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| Hunted by a star
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| For the lives he’d left in pain
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| And the day they met the outlaw lost the game
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| The marshal held his gun
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| Aimed at Billy’s head with laughter
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| But the youngster was to proud for given' in
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| Billy felt no pain
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| But he was shot, the law was faster
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| Falling to his knees he hit the trail
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| Billy the kid, beast of prey that won’t be tamed
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| Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games
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| Billy the kid, a youngster and his deadly gun
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| Billy the kid, a lonely hero on the run
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| The killing and the blood for golden dreams
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| A senseless war
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| An endless fight the youngster couldn’t win
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| A hundred times before he’d died
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| He knocked on heaven’s door
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| Til his maker opened up to lead him in
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| Billy the kid, beast of prey that won’t be tamed
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| Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games
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| Billy the kid, a youngster and his deadly gun
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| Billy the kid, on the run |