I was out a-walking around one night And I met with old wild Bill Jones He was walking, he was talking with a girl I loved And I bid him for to leave her alone He says "Young man, I am 22 Too old for to be controlled" I drew a revolver from my side And I destroyed one poor boy's soul He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground And he gave one deathly mourn He looked in the face of his darling true love Says "Oh darling, you are left alone" My money's in my pockets and my pistol in my hand Lookin' for the man that made old wild Bill stand