As I went out for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walking, he was talking
By my true lover’s side
And I bid him leave her alone

He said his age was 21
And just too old to be controlled
I grabbed my revolver
From my side
And I destroyed that poor boy’s soul

He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
Then he gave one dying moan
He wrapped his arms
’Round my little girl’s neck
Crying, “Honey, won’t you take me home?”

So put them handcuffs on me boys
And lead me to that freight car gate
I have no friends
Or relations there
No one for to go my bail

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 will be the last of me

They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This old boy longs to be free
For Wild Bill Jones
And that bottle o’ gin
Have been the ruin of me