Strapped on my holster low across my hips
The two cold 45s and them white plastic grips
I'd head west to our neighborhood
And they'd say, here comes young Billy
And he's up to no good
I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard
And I was shooting them bad guys through my handlebars
Known for my bravery, but far and near
And being late to supper was my only fear
I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had
The life that he lived
And I guess he must have got caught
His innocent flaws
I wonder where he is
Cause I miss Billy the Kid
These days I don't know whose side to be on
Lord, there's such a thin line between right and wrong
I live and learn, I do the best I can
But there's only so much you can do as a man
I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had
The life that he lived
And I guess he must have got caught
His innocent flaws
I wonder where he is
Cause I miss Billy the Kid
I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had
And the life that he lived
And I guess he must have got caught
His innocent flaws
And I guess he must have got caught
His innocent flaws
Lord, I wonder where he is
Cause I miss Billy the Kid
Yeah!
Billy the Kid, Billy Dean!
Boy, I miss him more today
Than I ever have