Note from Joe: This poem was written specifically as the lyrics of a song. Since it’s a “Country Western” song, I ignored the lyrics for years, assuming that it was just another song about the famous western outlaw William H. Bonney (1859-81), known to history and legend as Billy the Kid. The first time I actually listened to the words, it blew me away. It is about Billy the Kid, but not that one.
by Billy Dean (1962-)
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Strapped on my holster low across my hips,
Two Colt .45’s with black plastic grips;
And I’d head west through our neighborhood,
And they’d say,
“Here comes young Billy and he’s up to no good.”
I rode a trail through the neighbor’s backyard,
Shootin’ the Bad Guys through my handlebars.
Known for my bravery both far and near,
Bein’ late for supper was my only fear.