I was out all walking around one night
I came upon Wild Bill Jones
He was a walking, he was talking with the girl I loved
And I bid him for to leave her alone
He said: "Young man, I'm twenty-two,
Too old for to be controlled."
So I drew a revolver from my side
And I shot at the poor boy's soul
He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground
And he let out a deadfull moan
He looked in the face of his darling true love
Said: "Honey, you are left all alone."
Got my money in my pocket
and my pistol in my hand
look for the man who made Wild Bill still