Billy Gilman - Billy The Kid

Racing down the highway

Road s open wide

A modern-day young gun

On a steel horse ride

Feeling like an outlaw I m Billy the kid

Makin most of this moment

Cause who knows when it will all end

Always on the run

And whatever comes

I m stickin to my guns

They still call me Billy the kid

I m still wanted for what I did

The price of fame is on my head

Can t shoot down old Billy the kid

Been told many times

To get outta town

I could walk away, baby

But I was born to fight

And I still believe

The west can be won

I ll keep chasing those sunsets

With an angel riding shotgun

Papers say I m dead

But I ain t buried yet

Still got bullets left

They still call me Billy the kid

I m still wanted for what I did

The price of fame is on my head

Can t shoot down old Billy the kid

Feeling like an outlaw I m Billy the kid

Makin most of this moment

Cause who knows when it will all end

They still call me Billy the kid

I m still wanted for what I did

The price of fame is on my head

Can t shoot down old Billy the kid

They still call me Billy the kid

I m still wanted for what I did

The price of fame is on my head

Can t shoot down old Billy the kid