Rode out to Wilsall for the round up
Where you can't win if you fall
A little later on down at Bank Bar
Miss Candy poured him somethin' strong
He got restless, drove up to Ringlin'
Chasin' cousin Jimmy and his ghost
Uncle Kurt, he kept tellin' stories
Of bein' thrown off of his horse
Hung his own rope in Oklahoma
'Bout took it all in Santa Fe
There in the darkness, it all looked so invitin'
The life and times of Billy McLane
He spent a lotta time thinkin' about Jesus
And all of the trials they put him through
Some people love to tell ya to live more like him
And then get mad when you do
I ain't nobody, just another traveler
Tryin' not to get killed by his name
I'm just comin' in from the unknown country
Pleased to meet ya, I'm Billy McLane
Those Albuquerque lights sold him his fortune
Out at Four Corners, he got away
Sometimes the truth boys is stranger than fiction
In the life and times of Billy McLane
The life and times of Billy McLane
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