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