As I walked out for to take a little walk I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones He was a-walkin’ and a-talkin’ by my true lover’s side I bid him to leave her alone 
He said, my age, it is twenty-one Too old for to be controlled I pulled my revolver from my side And destroyed that poor boy’s soul 
So pass around that long neck bottle And we’ll all go on a spree For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow’ll be the last of me 
He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying groan I threw my arms around my darlin’s neck Saying, baby, won’t you please come home 
They sent me to prison for twenty long years This poor boy longs to be free But Wild Bill Jones and that long neck bottle Has made a ruin of me 
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