the stanley brothers
wild bill jones
As I went down for to take a little walk I came upon that Wild Bill Jones He was a walking and a talking 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      