From the recording Murder Murder Murder

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Well I went down for to take a walk,
I ran into that Wild Bill Jones
He was walkin' and a'talkin'
by my sweet lover's side
And I bid him to leave her alone

He said my son I am 22
much too old to be controlled
I pulled my pistol from my side
And I destroyed that poor boy's soul

He reeled and he staggered
and he fell to the ground
Gave one last dying moan
He wrapped his arms 'round my little girl's neck,
Sayin' "Honey won't you take me home?"

So pass around that old long-neck bottle
And we'll go out on a spree
Today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
Tomorrow will be the last of me