WILD BILL JONES
The Stanley Brothers 


As I went down 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 twenty-one 
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 
Saying honey won’t you 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 old long necked bottle 
And we’ll all go on a spree 
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones 
And tomorrow will be the last of me 

They sent me to prison for twenty long years 
This poor boy longs to be free 
But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle 
Have been the ruin of me