[00:00.000] 作词 : Colter Wall[00:00.000] 作曲 : Colter Wall[00:00.000]Wild Bill was born in Illinois, on dry, infertile land[00:11.075]Pioneer of pistoleers, and a dead shot with each hand[00:15.787]Claimed he was the quickest, there's few who'd ill-agree[00:20.373]Fewer yet to saw his plainsman draw, still breath like you and me[00:26.642]He led a stagecoach freight team in his early days of life[00:34.363]One evening on the western trail, Bill took the air of night[00:38.751]Who should come upon him, but a bear whom he'd awoke?[00:43.233]Wild Bill produced his bowie knife and fashioned a new coat[00:49.177]The Kansas prairies he knew well, and wild Missouri too[01:02.912]Come 1861, Bill donned the union blue[01:07.277]For not unlike his daddy, he'd see no man in bonds[01:11.747]Every man in Jimmy Lane's brigade, of Hickok they were fond[01:17.598]While a marshal in Abilene, many Texans came to call[01:25.876]Phil Coe told John Wes Hardin, "Wild Bill has got to fall[01:30.242]He's a cruel and brutish yankee, and if you don't, then I will"[01:34.654]Wild Bill put down Phil Coe and Wes Hardin's livin' still[01:40.935]He met his fate in Deadwood, inside Tom Nuttal's place[02:11.190]Amidst a game of poker, holdin' aces and two eights[02:18.203]When up stepped from behind him, the coward Jack McCall[02:26.086]A slug ripped through his auburn hair, old Wild Bill never saw