Strapped on my holster low across my hips
Two Colt 45s with white plastic grips
I'd head west into our neighborhood they'd say
Here comes young Billy and he's up to no good

I rode a trail through the neighbors' back yards
Shootin' the bad guys through my handlebars
Known for my bravery both far and near
Being late for supper way my only fear

Chorus:
I miss Billy the kid
The times that he had
The life that he lived
I guess he must have 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 that I can
There's only so much you can do as a man