In the southern part of Texas, east and west of EL Paso

Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico

There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a rolling slow

I guess that Devil's passed this way again



There's a lathered Sorrel Stallion running threw the Joshua trees

And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze

He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees

And he's dealing in a game that he can't win



Poor Billy Bonny, you're only twenty one

Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun

Each notch you carved on your six gun

Has a bloody tale to tell

You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell



Them fancy clothes your wearing and the women in your bed

Can't take away the faces of the men that you've left dead

As you ride across the bad lands with a price upon your head

And now the wheel of fortune starts to turn



You're reputation's grown till it's the biggest in the land

And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand

And I guess you'll go down shooting and like all branded men

When you shake hands with the Devil you get burned



Poor Billy Bonny, you're only twenty one

Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun

Each notch you carved on your six gun

Has a bloody tale to tell

You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell