.Strapped on my holster low across my hips
Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips
And I'd head west through our neighborhood
And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy
And he's up to no good'... yeah
I rode a trail through the neighbor's back yard
Shooting the bad guy.
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