I strapped on my holster low across my hips
With two Colt .45s and them white plastic grips
And I'd head west through our neighborhood
And they'd say, here comes young Billy
And he's up to no good
And I was up to no good
Well, I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard
I was shooting the bad guys through my handlebars
Known for my bravery both far and near
And being late for supper was my only fear
Hey, I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had
And the life that he lived
I guess he must have got caught
In his innocent loss
I wonder where he is
Cause I miss Billy the Kid
You know, these days I don't know whose side to be on
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
And I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had
And the life that he lived
And I guess he must have got caught
In his innocent loss
I wonder where he is
Cause I miss Billy the Kid
And I miss Billy the Kid
The times that he had
And the life that he lived
And I miss Billy the Kid
I guess he must have got caught
In his innocent loss
Hey, I wonder where he is
Cause I miss Billy the Kid
Yeah, 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.