Escapade Escapade

Always lonely
Always looking
To get even with the men
Who did him wrong
That was Billy
Lonesome Billy
Who was quick to think
A gun could make him strong
No one tougher or more daring
Only he and his gun sharing
The great fight to live
And his great love to fight
A rough man who played with danger
To whom trouble was no stranger
Until one day he lay dying
He’d filled his date with destiny
Never friendly
Never trusting
Always kept one ready hand near his gun
That was Billy
Lonesome Billy
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run