Billy McLane

Lyrics

Rode out to Wilsall Pour the round up Where you can't win if you fall A little later on Down at Bank Bar Miss Candy poured him something strong [Verse 2] And he got restless Drove up to Ringling Chasin' cousin Jimmy, and his ghost Uncle Kurt, he Kept tellin' stories Of bein' thrown off of his horse [Verse 3] Hung his own rope, in Oklahoma 'Bout took it all in Santa Fe There in the darkness It all looks so inviting The Life and Times, of Billy McLane [Bridge] He spend a lot of time, thinkin' 'bout Jesus And all of the trials that he put him through Some people love to tell ya, to live more like him Then get mad when you do [Verse 4] I ain't nobody, just another traveler Tryin' not to get killed, by his name Just coming in from the unknown country Pleased to meet ya, I'm Billy McLane [Verse 5] Those Albequerque lights, sold him his fortune Held at Four Corners, he got away Sometimes the truth, boys Is stranger than fiction In the Life and Times Of Billy McLane Life and Times of Billy McLane