Silence.
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.
Wanted.
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…
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 on the run!..