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He rode out from Old Fort Hays alone Klebefolien Bonn Thinkin’ ’bout the one left behind but not for long Then he was gone
James Butler Hickock was his name He never knew just why they called him “Bill” or “Wild,” since he never liked to kill Homepagedesign Solingen
The youngest son of a Baptist preacher man His mother said “Don’t take up the gun or you’re always on the run”
“Don’t go James,” she cried Osternest basteln and he told her that he wouldn’t but he lied “I’m looking for my fortune and it ain’t in Illinois but they say that farther West it’s open wide”
So he started off across the endless plains and he soon became a jack of every trade Hundedecke But some men are born not made
Nichols came to Springfield riding high looking for a dime-store Galahad but Bill was all he had Ehevertrag Six foot three in a tall Prince Albert frock He let his blond hair flow down behind Two ivory-handled pistols at his side
The lies they built a legend ’round his head They stared at him like the Son of God come down Immobilien Düsseldorf-Oberkassel That usually meant a good night on the town
Agnes Lake was a beauty so they say She rendezvoused with Bill in old Cheyenne and soon he won her hand
Nearly blind he married her that spring Their love like fragrant blossoms grew But deep inside she knew
“Don’t go Bill,” she cried and he told her that he wouldn’t but he lied “We could make a fortune in the Black Dakota Hills where a reputation keeps a man alive” But she never saw that man again alive
Jack McCall was a drifter and a bum He shot Bill in the back of the head Aces and eights the dead man’s hand
The legend and the man are not the same but the man died in Deadwood all alone The legend still lives on
