(Billy) THE KID
by Cheryl Gross


Sometimes, who we’ve become only reflects on the things we’ve done
A man must find his own way, just can’t listen to what people say
My time is running out, gotta set my sights to the way of the south
It’s a long hard ride into Mexico
And will I be content down in Mexico, I don’t know

I know it’s getting late, a dollar too short and a day too late
It’s time to hit the road, my minds weighed down with a heavy load
My time is running out, gotta set my sights to the way of the south
It’s a long hard ride into Mexico
And will I be content down in Mexico, I don’t know

A lot of people are looking for me, but I’m not afraid
I’m playing with the hand that I was dealt, and it seals my fate

Lead

It’s a long hard ride into Mexico
And will I be content down in Mexico, I don’t know
It’s a long hard ride to get to Mexico
And will I be content down in Mexico, I don’t know