Rode out to Wilsall for the round upWhere you can't win if you fallA little later on down at Bank BarMiss Candy poured him somethin' strongHe got restless, drove up to Ringlin'Chasin' cousin Jimmy and his ghostUncle Kurt, he kept tellin' storiesOf bein' thrown off of his horseHung his own rope in Oklahoma'Bout took it all in Santa FeThere in the darkness, it all looked so invitin'The life and times of Billy McLaneHe spent a lotta time thinkin' about JesusAnd all of the trials they put him throughSome people love to tell ya to live more like himAnd then get mad when you doI ain't nobody, just another travelerTryin' not to get killed by his nameI'm just comin' in from the unknown countryPleased to meet ya, I'm Billy McLaneThose Albuquerque lights sold him his fortuneOut at Four Corners, he got awaySometimes the truth boys is stranger than fictionIn the life and times of Billy McLaneThe life and times of Billy McLane
