Wild Bill Jones [core]
As I walked out for to take a little walk
I walked upon that 5 Wild Bill 1 Jones
He was a-walkin' and a-talkin' by my true lover's side
I bid him to 5 leave her a 1 lone
He said, my age, it is twenty-one
Too old for to be controlled
I pulled my revolver from my side
And destroyed that poor boy's soul
So pass around that long neck bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow'll be the last of me
He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
And then he gave one dying groan
I threw my arms around my darlin's neck
Saying, baby, won't you please come home
They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This poor boy longs to be free
But Wild Bill Jones and that long neck bottle
Has made a ruin of me