Alison Krauss & Union Station Wild Bill Jones
As I went now for to take a little walk, I came upon that Wild Bill Jones He was a walkin and a talkin by my true lover?s side And I bid him to leave her alone He said my age is 21, too old to be controlled I pulled my revolver from my side, And I destroyed that poor boy?s soul He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck, Sayin? Honey won?t ya take me home So put them handcuffs on me boys, And lead me to that freight-car gate I have no friends or relations there, No one for to go my bail So pass around that ole long-neck bottle And we'll all go on a spree? Today saw the last of Wild Bill Jones, And tomorrow?ll be the last of me.
