Billy the Kid - Michael Tilson Thomas & San Francisco Symphony

Strapped on my holster low across my hips Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips And I'd head west through our neighborhood And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy And he's up to no good'... yeah I rode a trail through the neighbor's back yard Shooting the bad guys through my handlebars Known for my bravery both far and near Being late for supper was my only fear I miss Billy The Kid The times that he had The life that he lived I guess he must've got caught His innocence lost I wonder where he is I miss Billy The Kid These days I don't know whose side to be on There's such a thin line between right and wrong I live and learn, do the best I can There's only so much you can do as a man I miss Billy The Kid The times that he had The life that he lived I guess he must've got caught His innocence lost Lord, I wonder where he is I miss Billy The Kid I miss Billy The Kid The times that he had The life that he lived I guess he must've got caught His innocence lost Lord, I wonder where he is I miss Billy The Kid

You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all All of my money You can take it all Looking at the sky, waiting for the rain Waiting for this guy To call me back again And I don't really want to know why you're really popping off I guess that you forgot that's what I really want for you I think you know I know it's true You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all Saving all my dimes, for a rainy day If you don't have the time Then let me walk away And I don't really want to know why you get to sleep at night And everything is fine You do it all the time, it's true And then there's nothing I can do You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all As far as you're concerned you don't owe me anything As far as you're concerned You don't owe me anything As far as I'm concerned I don't owe you anything As far as I'm concerned I don't owe you anything You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all, all of my money You can take it all

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 cryin' and a hearse a-rollin' slow And I guess that devil's passed this way again There's a lathered sorrel stallion runnin' through the Joshua trees A young man in the saddle with his coattails in the breeze Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee And he's dealin' in a game that he can't win Poor Billy Bonney, 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's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell Them fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head Now that wheel of fortune starts to turn Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand And I guess you'll go down shootin' just like all brand of men When you shake hands with the devil, you get burned Poor Billy Bonney, 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's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell Poor Billy Bonney, 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's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell