Little House On Billy The Kid created by Gilbert 15 years ago

Strapped on my holster low across my hips, Two Colt .45’s with black 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.”
I rode a trail through the neighbor’s backyard, Shootin’ the Bad Guys through my handlebars. Known for my bravery both far and near, Bein’ 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, But 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!