I strapped on my holster low across my hipsWith two Colt .45s and them white plastic gripsAnd I'd head west through our neighborhoodAnd they'd say, here comes young BillyAnd he's up to no goodAnd I was up to no goodWell, I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyardI was shooting the bad guys through my handlebarsKnown for my bravery both far and nearAnd being late for supper was my only fearHey, I miss Billy the KidThe times that he hadAnd the life that he livedI guess he must have got caughtIn his innocent lossI wonder where he isCause I miss Billy the KidYou know, these days I don't know whose side to be onThere'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 manAnd I miss Billy the KidThe times that he hadAnd the life that he livedAnd I guess he must have got caughtIn his innocent lossI wonder where he isCause I miss Billy the KidAnd I miss Billy the KidThe times that he hadAnd the life that he livedAnd I miss Billy the KidI guess he must have got caughtIn his innocent lossHey, I wonder where he isCause I miss Billy the KidYeah, how about that?Good stuff, good stuff.Good stuff by the diner, that's where he is.That's right.That's where he is.