From a town known as wheeling, west virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the rio grande Well, he started with a bank in colorado In the pocket of his vest, a colt he hid And his age and his size Took the teller by surprise And the word spread of billy the kid Well, he never traveled heavy Yes, he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart And he never had a home But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name