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Paulita's Lament

(Susan Kane)
November 19, 2012
Rich Deans

Paulita’s Lament      Rich Deans 


So where has my Billy gone?  Poor Billy’s laid to rest

With a red, red rose upon his chest, my darling Billy boy


I am an old woman, my name is Paulita

Some call me señora, and some señorita,
For when I was young, I was bound to be wed
To a handsome young man they called Billy the Kid


My father said “’Lita, I will not allow it,
That boy he’s a bad one, there’s no doubt about it.”
But I was a young girl, and I would not hear
A word against my Billy dear




Billy was working for the rancher John Tunstall

Out in Lincoln county, herdin up cattle,
But the ranchers in Lincoln were killing each other

And they killed the man billy loved like a brother


Billy swore vengeance for Mr. John Tunstall

He saddled his horse and he strapped on his pistols

By the time he returned there were seven men dead

And Billly the Kid had a price on his head




The sheriff caught Billy and they brought him for trial

The judge said, “Let’s hang him and just leave him awhile”

But Billy broke out the Lincoln town jail,
Leaving two deputies dead in his trail

He rode through the night to the house of my father

But the sheriff was waiting with a loaded revolver

When Billy walked into my room in the dark

The sheriff put a bullet in my Billy’s heart





Guitars:  Billy Masters

Accordian: Daniel A. Weiss

Bass: Zev Katz

Drums: Marco Giovino

Harmony:  Catherine Miles, Steve Kirkman, Fred Gillen, Jr?

Vocal tracks recorded by Fred Gillen, Jr. at Woody’s House, Croton, NY