Strapped on my holster low across my hipsThe two cold 45s and them white plastic gripsI'd head west to our neighborhoodAnd they'd say, here comes young BillyAnd he's up to no goodI rode a trail through the neighbor's backyardAnd I was shooting them bad guys through my handlebarsKnown for my bravery, but far and nearAnd being late to supper was my only fearI miss Billy the KidThe times that he hadThe life that he livedAnd I guess he must have got caughtHis innocent flawsI wonder where he isCause I miss Billy the KidThese days I don't know whose side to be onLord, there's such a thin line between right and wrongI live and learn, I do the best I canBut there's only so much you can do as a manI miss Billy the KidThe times that he hadThe life that he livedAnd I guess he must have got caughtHis innocent flawsI wonder where he isCause I miss Billy the KidI miss Billy the KidThe times that he hadAnd the life that he livedAnd I guess he must have got caughtHis innocent flawsAnd I guess he must have got caughtHis innocent flawsLord, I wonder where he isCause I miss Billy the KidYeah!Billy the Kid, Billy Dean!Boy, I miss him more todayThan I ever have