I was out a-walking around one night
And I met with old Wild Bill Jone

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