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As I went out for to take a little walk
I came upon that wild bill jones
He was a-walkin' and a-talkin' by my true love's side
I bid him to leave her alone
He said my age is twenty-one years
I'm too old to be controlled
So I drew my revolver from my side
Destroyed that poor boy's soul
So let's pass around that long-necked bottle
And go out a-walkin' on the street
For today was the last for that wild bill jones
Tomorrow will be the last of me
They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This poor boy longed to be free
For wild bill jones and that long-necked bottle
Have barely rid of me
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