Classic Poem

Version 1

Billy was a bad man
And carried a big gun,
He was always after Greasers
And kept 'em on the run.

He shot one every morning,
For to make his morning meal.
And let a white man sass him,
He was shore to feel his steel.

He kept folks in hot water,
And he stole from many a stage;
And when he was full of liquor
He was always in a rage.

He kept things boilin' over,
He stayed out in the brush,
And when he was full of dead eye,
T'other folkses better hush.

But one day he met a man
Who was a whole lot badder.
And now he's dead,
And we ain't none the sadder.