As I went now for to take a little walk,
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a´walkin´ and a´talkin´ by my true lover´s side
And I bid him to leave her alone

He said my age is 21, too old to be controlled
I pulled my revolver from my side,
And I destroyed that poor boy´s soul

He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
And then he gave one dying moan
He wrapped his arms around my little girl´s neck,
Sayin´ "Honey won´t ya 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

So pass around that ole long-neck bottle
And we´ll all go on a spree:
Today saw the last of Wild Bill Jones,
And tomorrow´ll be the last of me.