The Ballad of Billy the Kid (Live) - Joe Boucher

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

There is a wind by, Billy And it's awful strong Come for you and Anyone who's helped you along But I want to live, live Live and let the stars shíne bright Yes, I want to live, live Live and let it all more right And when that bird sings From over that silver wall I don't want to fight it Billy, 'cause I want to go There's a northern wind, Billy Blowing up a southern change And the northern winds really Make me feel kind of strange There's a northern wind, Billy Blowing up a southern change And the northern winds really Make me feel kind of strange And where this gun goes Everything I want to say Not for you, but Anyone who takes it away Let it fill his life, life Life until there's nothing left Let it kill his wife slow 'Til he goes to bed And when that bird sings From over that silver wall I don't want to fight it Billy, 'cause I want to go There's a northern wind, Billy Blowing up a southern change And the northern winds really Make me feel kind of strange There's a northern wind, Billy Blowing up a southern change And the northern winds really Make me feel kind of strange There's a northern wind, Billy Blowing up a southern change

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

J'ai voulu chanter Comme mon voisin J'ai voulu flasher Quitte à faire le fin Quitte à faire le fou Quitte à dire rien À ma parenté Quitte à oublier Que j'étais chez nous J'ai souvent pensé Que c'est mon voisin Qui mène le marché Qui m'amène mon pain Qui m'amène mes sous Quitte à gagner moins Quitte à m'incliner Même si j'ai bûché Toute la terre chez nous Mais là, à l'avenir, m'as m'dire Que ça m'tente de faire mes affaires, OK? C't'à mon tour d'ouvrir la maison chez nous Pis de pas m'gêner pour dire Que je l'aime pis que c'est d'même De que ça s'passe de que j'ai l'goût C't'à mon tour d'ouvrir À du beau monde de partout Les vouleurs de rire Sont bienvenus chez nous J'ai toujours pensé À faire de mes mains Mon propre sentier Pour mon propre bien À mon propre goût Même si mon voisin Rentre sans sonner J'aimerais ça garder Toutes mes clés chez nous Ça fait que là, à l'avenir, m'as m'dire Que ça m'tente de faire mes affaires, OK? C't'à mon tour d'ouvrir la maison chez nous Pis de pas m'gêner pour dire Que je l'aime pis que c'est d'même De que ça s'passe de que j'ai l'goût C'tà mon tour d'ouvrir À du beau monde de partout Les vouleurs de rire Sont bienvenus chez nous C't'à mon tour d'ouvrir la maison chez nous Pis de pas m'gêner pour dire Que je l'aime pis que c'est d'même De que ça s'passe, de que j'ai l'goût C't'à mon tour d'ouvrir À du beau monde de partout Les vouleurs de rire Sont bienvenus chez nous