out from old Fort Hays alone
Thinking about the one left behind
But not for long he was gone
James Butler Hickok was his name
His mama said, don't take up the gun
Or you're always on the run
Don't go, James, she cried
And he told her that he wouldn't,
I'm looking for my fortune
They say that far west it's open wild
And he soon became a jack of every trade
But some men are born to think
Lookin' for a dime store gal ahead
Six foot three and a tall Prince Albert frock
He let his blonde hair flow down behind
Two ivory -handled pistols at his side
As they built a le gend around his hair
They stared at him like Son
And that usually meant a good
Agnes Lake was a beauty so they say
Nearly blind he married her that spring
Their love like the fragrant blossoms grew
And he told her that he wouldn't,
We could make a fortune in
Where reputation keeps a man alive
She never saw that man again alive
Jack McCall was a drifter and a bum
He shot Bill in the back of the head
He sentenced the dead man's hand
The legend and the man are not the same
The man died in Deadwood, oh no
The legend still lives on