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.

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.