Well, as I went out for to take a little round Walked upon old Wild Bill Jones He was walking and a-talking by my true lover's Side I bid him for to leave her alone He said my age is twenty-one, too old for to be controlled I drew my revolver from my side I destroyed that poor boy's soul He turned around and he fell to the ground He give one dying groan Then he threw his arms around his true lover's neck Says, honey, you'll be left alone One dollar in my pocketbook And a quarter in my hand Come on, boys, we will have a little drink While I've got this money for to spend You may pass around your little brown jug And we'll all get on a spree For today's the last of old Wild Bill Jones Tomorrow will be the last of me