as i went out for to take a little walk i walked upon that wild bill jones hes a walking and a talking by my true lovers side i bid him for to leave her alone bid him for to leave her alone he says his age is twenty one too old to be controlled so i threw my pistol off of my side i destroyed that poor boys soul destroyed that poor boys soul he reeled and he tumbled and he fell to the ground he give one dying moan then i put my arms around my true lovers neck honey youre left alone honey youre all alone the sheriff he overhauled me he marched me on down to jail i wrote my true love a letter honey come go my bail honey come go my bail my bails one thousand dollars thats a debt i can never pay she wrote me back a letter honey come home some day honey come home some day come all you rambling rounders if you got a dollar for to spend well get us some old corn liquor drinking will be our end drinking will be our end for today was the last of that wild bill jones tomorrows the last for me tomorrows the last for me