Tuning:

^CStrapped on my holster low across my hips

Two cold forty-fives with white plastic grips

^FAnd I'd head west through our neighborhood They'd say ^Chere comes young Billy and he's up to no good yeah

I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard Shootin' the bad guys through my handle bars

^FKnown for my bravery both far and near And ^Cbein' late for supper was my only fear

^G7I miss Billy the ^FKid The times that he ^Chad the life that he ^G7lived

I guess he must have got ^Fcaught his innocence ^Clost I wonder where he ^G7is I miss Billy the ^CKid

These days I don't know whose side to be on There's such a thin line between right and wrong

^FI live and learn do the best I can ^CThere's only so much you can do as a man

^G7I miss Billy the ^FKid The times that he ^Chad the life that he ^G7lived

I guess he must have got ^Fcaught his innocence ^Clost I wonder where he ^G7is I miss Billy the ^CKid

^G7I miss Billy the ^FKid The times that he ^Chad the life that he ^G7lived

I guess he must have got ^Fcaught his innocence ^Clost I wonder where he ^G7is I miss Billy the ^CKid

Billy Dean - Billy the kid