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Yeah, me and Billy the Kid
We ain't never got along
Didn't like the way he cocked his hat
And wore his gun all wrong
We had the same girl friend and he never forgot it
She had a cute little Chihuahua
But one day he up and shot it
He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line
He had a silver pocket watch that he never did wind
He crippled a guitar player for playin' his favorite song
Yeah, me and Billy the Kid
We ain't never get along

Me and Billy the Kid
We never got along
Didn't like the way he buckled his belt
And he wore his gun all wrong
He was bad to the bone
All hopped up on speed
I would've left him alone
If it weren't for that senorita
He gave her silver and he paid her hotel bills
But it was me that she loved
She said she always will
I'd go see her whenever Billy was gone
No, me and Billy the Kid
We never got along

Now, me and Billy the Kid
We never got along
I didn't like the way he tied is shoes
And he wore his gun all wrong
One day, I told Billy
I said, 'I got this foolproof scheme
We'll rob the Wells Fargo
She's bustin' at the seams'
I admit that I framed him
But I don't feel bad
'Cause the way that I was livin'
Was drivin' me mad
Billy went for his gun
But his gun was on wrong
Yeah, me and Billy the Kid
We never got along

Yeah, me and Billy the Kid
We never got along
But I sure liked the way he swayed in the wind
When I played his favorite song
Now my girl friend sings harmony
To La Cucaracha
We sit and wind our pocket watches
And pet her new Chihuahua
We moved into the hotel
Got a room with a shower
I lie and listen to that watch tick
Hour after hour
An' outside the wind
Well, it's blowin' on so strong
Yeah, me and Billy the Kid
We never got along, no

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