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Wild Bill Jones
As I went out for to take a little walk
And I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walkin’ and talkin’ by my true lover’s side
I forbid him for to leave her alone
He says my age it is just twenty-one,
Too old for to be controlled
I drew my revolver from my side
I destroyed that poor boy’s soul.
Well he kicked and he staggered boys he fell to the ground
And he give one dying groan
I throwed my arms around my true lover’s neck
Saying baby you’ll be left alone.
I’ve got one dollar in my pocket book
And a dollar in my hand
Well it’s come on boys and let’s take a drink
While I have this money for to spend.
Well it’s pass around your long neck bottle
And we’ll all get on a spree
For today was the last of old Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow’ll be the last of me.
I was on that old train when she blowed for midnight
I was on her when she whistled for day
She went around the curve and she strained every nerve
This old engine goin’ to carry me away.
Well the engineer he said to his fireman
“Just a little more extra coal”
We’ll heat her red hot and we’ll keep her in the trot
And we’ll run her in some lonesome hole.
Well it’s pass around your long neck bottle
And we’ll all get on a spree
For today was the last of old Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow’ll be the last of me.
Eva Davis, 1924
Instruction on how to play this song can be found in Wayne Erbsen’s book : Clawhammer Banjo for the Complete Ignoramus.
