As I went down 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 twenty-one,
  Too old to be controlled."
  I pulled my revolver from my side
  And I destroyed that poor boys soul
  
  He reeled and he staggered then he fell to the ground
  And then he gave one giant moan
  He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
  Saying, "Honey, won't you carry 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 ol' longneck 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