I came upon that wild Bill Jones

He was a walkin and a talkin’ by my true lover’s side

And I bid him to leave her alone

He said my age is twenty-one

Too old to be controlled

I drew my revolver from my side

And I destroyed that poor boy’s soul

He reeled and he staggered then he fell to the ground

And then he gave one dyin moan

He wrapped his arms around my little girl’s neck

Sayin honey won’t you take me home

So put them handcuffs on me boys

And lead to that freight car gate

I have no friends or relations there

No one for to go my bail

So pass around that old long neck bottle

And we’ll all go on a spree

Today you saw the last of wild Bill Jones

And tomorrow will be the last of me