| Song | The Ballad Of Billy The Kid - Live |
| Artist | Billy Joel |
| Album | 2000 Years - The Millennium Concert |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Joel | |
| From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia | |
| Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand | |
| And his daring life of crime | |
| Made him a legend in his time | |
| East and west of the Rio Grande | |
| Well, he started with a bank in Colorado | |
| In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid | |
| And his age and his size | |
| Took the teller by surprise | |
| And the word spread of Billy the Kid | |
| Well, he never traveled heavy | |
| Yes, he always rode alone | |
| And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
| And he never had a sweetheart | |
| And he never had a home | |
| But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
| Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma | |
| And the law just could not seem to track him down | |
| And it served his legend well | |
| For the folks, they'd love to tell | |
| 'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town | |
| Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy | |
| And the judge said, 'String 'im up for what he did!' | |
| And the cowboys and their kin | |
| Like the sea came pourin' in | |
| To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid | |
| Well, he never traveled heavy | |
| Yes, he always rode alone | |
| And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
| And he never had a sweetheart | |
| But he finally found a home | |
| Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name | |
| From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island | |
| Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand | |
| And his daring life of crime | |
| Made him a legend in his time | |
| East and west of the Rio Grande |
| zuo ci : Joel | |
| From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia | |
| Rode a boy with a sixgun in his hand | |
| And his daring life of crime | |
| Made him a legend in his time | |
| East and west of the Rio Grande | |
| Well, he started with a bank in Colorado | |
| In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid | |
| And his age and his size | |
| Took the teller by surprise | |
| And the word spread of Billy the Kid | |
| Well, he never traveled heavy | |
| Yes, he always rode alone | |
| And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
| And he never had a sweetheart | |
| And he never had a home | |
| But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
| Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma | |
| And the law just could not seem to track him down | |
| And it served his legend well | |
| For the folks, they' d love to tell | |
| ' Bout when Billy the Kid came to town | |
| Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy | |
| And the judge said, ' String ' im up for what he did!' | |
| And the cowboys and their kin | |
| Like the sea came pourin' in | |
| To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid | |
| Well, he never traveled heavy | |
| Yes, he always rode alone | |
| And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
| And he never had a sweetheart | |
| But he finally found a home | |
| Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name | |
| From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island | |
| Rode a boy with a sixpack in his hand | |
| And his daring life of crime | |
| Made him a legend in his time | |
| East and west of the Rio Grande |
| zuò cí : Joel | |
| From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia | |
| Rode a boy with a sixgun in his hand | |
| And his daring life of crime | |
| Made him a legend in his time | |
| East and west of the Rio Grande | |
| Well, he started with a bank in Colorado | |
| In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid | |
| And his age and his size | |
| Took the teller by surprise | |
| And the word spread of Billy the Kid | |
| Well, he never traveled heavy | |
| Yes, he always rode alone | |
| And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
| And he never had a sweetheart | |
| And he never had a home | |
| But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
| Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma | |
| And the law just could not seem to track him down | |
| And it served his legend well | |
| For the folks, they' d love to tell | |
| ' Bout when Billy the Kid came to town | |
| Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy | |
| And the judge said, ' String ' im up for what he did!' | |
| And the cowboys and their kin | |
| Like the sea came pourin' in | |
| To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid | |
| Well, he never traveled heavy | |
| Yes, he always rode alone | |
| And he soon put many older guns to shame | |
| And he never had a sweetheart | |
| But he finally found a home | |
| Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name | |
| From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island | |
| Rode a boy with a sixpack in his hand | |
| And his daring life of crime | |
| Made him a legend in his time | |
| East and west of the Rio Grande |