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    Running Wild Billy The Kid текст песни

    Billy The Kid

    In the steps of no-man’s land
    Camp fire, the smell of prarie wind
    Men surround the blaze
    Drink booze recall the day
    Til a strangers voice rings out to pray the sin

    "The man who pulls his gun’d be dead
    before he moves the trigger"
    Scared to death no one dared to breathe
    Billy took their money
    Burst into ringing laughter
    Stole a horse and left the shattered scene

    Billy the kid, beast of prey that won’t be tamed
    Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games

    For the men he’d killed in vain
    A thousand dollars cash on Billy’s head
    Hunted by a star
    For the lives he’d left in pain
    And the day they met the outlaw lost the game

    The marshal held his gun
    Aimed at Billy’s head with laughter
    But the youngster was to proud for given’ in
    Billy felt no pain
    But he was shot, the law was faster
    Falling to his knees he hit the trail

    Billy the kid, beast of prey that won’t be tamed
    Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games
    Billy the kid, a youngster and hie deadly gun
    Billy the kid, a lonely hero on the run

    The killing and the blood for golden dreams
    A senseless war
    An endless fight the youngster couldn’t win
    A hundred times before he’d died
    He knocked on heaven’s door
    Til his maker opened up to lead him in.

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