Saddle Storms - Too Young For The Words
Too Young For The Words | Saddle Storms | Outlaw Dreams Album
The judge read the sentence. The boy was already gone before the ink dried.
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The courtroom in Mesilla was packed to see a hardened outlaw and what they got was a boy who barely needed to shave. Too Young For The Words is the Billy the Kid story told straight through the escape, the manhunt, and the question New Mexico is still arguing about a hundred and fifty years later — was that really him in that grave? The desert has kept more secrets than any courthouse ever revealed. And old men in New Mexico still argue it today. - Original by Saddle Storms.
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
The courtroom in Mesilla was packed to the walls
Folks came from three counties just to see his face
Expecting some hardened, grizzled outlaw
What they got was a boy who barely needed to shave
The judge read the sentence slow and heavy
Words too big for a face that young
Some in the room swore they saw him smile
Like he'd already heard this sermon sung
[Pre-Chorus]
A rope was waiting
A date was set
But a boy that quick
Doesn't sit still for death
[Chorus]
He was too young for the words they said about him
Too young for the legend already growing fast
Out of a cell, past two guards, gone in the dark
Before the ink on that sentence could last
They wrote his ending down in Mesilla
Official, signed, and sealed
But the desert's kept more secrets
Than any courthouse ever revealed
[Verse 2]
The manhunt that followed was the biggest this territory'd seen
Posters with a face too young for what they'd written underneath
Some said he ran for the border
Some said he never got that far
Some said the man who finally got him
Got the wrong man, in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
A grave was dug
A name was carved
But graves don't always
Hold what they're marked
[Chorus]
He was too young for the words they said about him
Too young for the legend already growing fast
Out of a cell, past two guards, gone in the dark
Before the ink on that sentence could last
They wrote his ending down in Mesilla
Official, signed, and sealed
But the desert's kept more secrets
Than any courthouse ever revealed
[Bridge]
Old men in New Mexico
Still argue it today
Some swear they knew a quiet rancher
Who laughed the same easy way
Some say that's just an old man's tale
Some say the dead don't walk
But every few years somebody finds
Another reason to talk
[Final Verse]
A hundred years and more gone by
And still the question stands
Was the boy from that courtroom
Really the man in that grave in the sand
The law closed the book
The legend never did
Somewhere between Mesilla
And whatever came after it
[Outro]
Too young for the words
Too fast for the rope
And maybe — just maybe —
Too slippery for the story to ever fully close
They called him
Billy the Kid
[End]
Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com
About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.
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