Wild Bill Jones
The Stanley Brothers Lyrics


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As I went down for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side
And I bid him to leave her alone

He said my age is twenty-one
Too old to be controlled
I pulled my revolver from my side
And I destroyed that poor boy's soul

He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground
And then he gave one dying moan
He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
Saying honey won't you take me home

So put them handcuffs on me boys
And lead me to that freight car gate
I have no friends or relations there
No-one for to go my bail

So pass around that old long necked bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow will be the last of me

They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This poor boy longs to be free




But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle
Have been the ruin of me

Overall Meaning

The Stanley Brothers' song Wild Bill Jones appears to be a traditional murder ballad, with a story arc that has been repeated throughout the history of country and folk music. The singer is a man who encounters Wild Bill Jones, who is walking and talking next to the singer's lover, prompting him to tell Wild Bill Jones to leave his lover alone. The singer shoots Wild Bill Jones with his revolver and kills him. He then wraps his arms around his lover's neck and begs her to take him home. Soon after, the law arrives and arrests the singer, leading him to be sentenced to prison for 20 years.


Line by Line Meaning

As I went down for to take a little walk
I was walking, just minding my own business


I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
I stumbled upon Wild Bill Jones


He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side
He was with my girlfriend, casually chatting and walking


And I bid him to leave her alone
I told him to back off and leave her alone


He said my age is twenty-one
He replied saying he is old enough to do as he pleases


Too old to be controlled
He believes he is above being told what to do


I pulled my revolver from my side
I took out my gun from my holster


And I destroyed that poor boy's soul
I shot and killed him


He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground
He stumbled, fell and landed on the ground


And then he gave one dying moan
He let out a cry of pain before dying


He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
He held on to my girlfriend, asking her to take him home


Saying honey won't you take me home
He pleaded with my girlfriend to take him home


So put them handcuffs on me boys
I am surrendering to the authorities


And lead me to that freight car gate
Take me to the train station to haul me off to prison


I have no friends or relations there
I have no support system in prison


No-one for to go my bail
No one will post my bail and set me free


So pass around that old long necked bottle
Let's drink and celebrate Wild Bill Jones' death


And we'll all go on a spree
Let's all have a good time and party


For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
Wild Bill Jones is dead and gone


And tomorrow will be the last of me
I am going to prison for a long time and may not survive


They sent me to prison for twenty long years
I was sentenced to twenty years in prison


This poor boy longs to be free
I desperately want to be released from prison


But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle
My actions that night, fueled by alcohol and anger, ruined my life


Have been the ruin of me
My choices have led to my downfall




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Written by: ARTHEL LANE WATSON

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