Wild Bill Hickok

Wild Bill was born in Illinois on dry and fertile land

Pioneer of pistol ears and a dead shot with each hand

Claim he was the quickest, there's few who'd ill-agree

If you were yet to saw this plainsman draw, still breathe like you and me

He led a stagecoach freight team in his early days of life

One evenin' on the Western Trail, Bill took the air of night

And who should come upon him, but a bear whom he'd awoke

Wild Bill produced his bowie knife and fashioned a new coat

Kansas prairies he knew well and wild Missouri too

Come 1861, Bill donned the Union blue

Not unlike his daddy, he'd seen old man in bonds

Every man in Jimmy Lane's brigade, of Hickok they were fond

While a marshal in Abilene many Texans came to call

Phil Coe told John Wes Hardin, "Wild Bill has got to fall

"He's a cruel and brutish yankee, and if you don't then I will"

Wild Bill put down Phil Coe, Wes Hardin's livin' still

He met his fate in Deadwood inside Tom Nuttall's place

Amidst a game of poker, holdin' Aces and two Eights

When up stepped from behind him the Coward, Jack McCall

The slug ripped through his auburn hair, poor Wild Bill never saw