I was out a-walking around one night And I met with old Wild Bill Jones He was walking, he was talking with the girl I love And I bid him for to leave her alone He said, "Young man, I'm 22 Too old for to be controlled" I drew a revolver from my side And I destroyed one poor boy's soul He rambled and he scrambled all on the ground And he gave one deathly moan He looked in the face of his darling true love Says, "Oh darling you are left alone" My money's in my pockets and my pistol's in my hand Looking for the man that made old Wild Bill stand