From a town known as Wheeling West Virginia   Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand   And his daring life of crime   Made him a legend in his time   East and West of the Rio Grande      Well he started with a bank in Colorado   In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid   And his age and his size took the teller by surprise   And word spread of Billy the Kid...      Well he never traveled heavy   Yes, he always rode alone   And he soon put other older guns to shame   And he never had a sweetheart   And he never had a home   But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name      Well he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma   And the law just could not seem to track him down   And it served his legend well   For the folks they'd love to tell 'bout when Billy the Kid came to town      Well one cold day a posse captured Billy   And the judge said "String 'im up for what he did!"   And the cowboys and their kin like the sea, came pourin' in to watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid      Well he never traveled heavy   Yes, he always rode alone   And he soon put other older guns to shame   And he never had a sweetheart   But he finally found a home   Underneath the boot hill grave that bears his name      From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island   Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand   And his daring life of crime   Made him a legend in his time   East and West of the Rio Grande