Tom O. Folliard – Outlaw Ballad of Billy the Kid’s Right Hand!

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This folk-country ballad tells the tragic story of Wild West outlaw Tom O. Folliard through sepia-toned, vintage-style images and narrative lyrics.

0:00–0:28 – The video opens with Tom’s childhood: an Irish-born boy orphaned by smallpox in Uvalde, Texas. The song sets a tone of innocence lost.

0:28–0:54 – Teenage Tom appears rougher, turning to horse theft with James Woodland and heading for New Mexico.

0:54–1:21 – Tom meets Billy the Kid, joining the Regulators in the Lincoln County War, where he’s wounded and “branded” as an outlaw. The video displays the song title here.

1:21–2:26 – Chorus and outlaw life: Tom, now called “Big Foot,” is Billy’s right-hand man, with a price on his head. The gang lives fast, rustling cattle and always watching for Sheriff Pat Garrett.

2:26–3:27 – Final days: the gang, realizing escape is impossible, rides to Fort Sumner, where Garrett’s ambush leaves Tom mortally wounded.

3:27–4:08 – Dramatic ending: Tom, wounded, crawls and begs Garrett for mercy before dying at 22.

4:08–4:34 – The closing image shows Tom beside his friends, ending with the singer and an American flag.

This video blends music and visuals to create an authentic Wild West mood and a personal, emotional outlaw story.

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🪦 “Don’t shoot again, Garrett…” — the ghost of a fallen friend still lingers.

Tom O. Folliard – Outlaw Ballad of Billy the Kid’s Right Hand!

(Verse 1)
Irish blood in my veins, born in 'fifty-eight,
But the smallpox came callin', sealed my family's fate.
Left an orphan boy in Uvalde, 'neath that hot Texas sun,
My life of honest work was over 'fore it had begun.
Never learned the straight and narrow, wasn't in the cards for me,
Started liftin' horses with a fella from Uvalde.

(Verse 2)
His name was James Woodland, and he led me west, you see,
To the dusty plains of Lincoln, New Mexico territory.
That's where I met the Kid, a boy with fire in his eyes,
We signed on with McSween, beneath those angry skies.
The Lincoln County War, it was a bloody, bitter fight,
Took a bullet in the shoulder, brandin' me with the outlaw's light.

(Chorus)
Yeah, they call me "Big Foot," Tom O'Folliard's my name,
Ridin' shotgun for Billy, playin' a deadly game.
Second-in-command, with a price on my head,
An outlaw 'til the lawman fills my body full of lead.
For the Kid and the gang, I'd gladly take the fall,
Out in New Mexico, I was standin' ten feet tall.

(Verse 3)
When the war was over, the rustlin' life began,
For two years we were kings, every boy a wanted man.
We gathered other riders, wild and hell-bent just the same,
And the "Billy the Kid Gang" was our claim to dusty fame.
But every shadow held a lawman, every sunset brought the dread,
Of Sheriff Pat Garrett and the bounty on my head.

(Bridge)
We could outrun the devil, we could out-shoot the rest,
But you can't run forever when you're ridin' in the West.
The circle keeps on closin', the trail runs out of track,
You make your stand with iron, 'cause there ain't no turnin' back.

(Verse 4)
December, 1880, we rode into Fort Sumner's light,
Didn't know Pat Garrett was waitin' in the night.
Me and Tom Pickett, down that dusty street we flew,
When a voice cut through the darkness, cold and hard and true.
He yelled for us to halt, but I went for my gun,
But his shot was faster, and my final race was run.

(Outro)
(Music slows, becomes sparse, just a few mournful guitar notes)
Billy and the others, they vanished like a ghost,
I tried to follow after, but my strength was all but lost.
"Don’t shoot again, Garrett," I whispered through the pain,
"I'm killed... just end my misery..." but I begged the man in vain.
Forty-five long minutes, he just watched my spirit cease...
At twenty-two years old, I finally found my peace.

Now I'm lyin' in the boneyard, my story's at an end...
Side by side with Charlie Bowdre, and Billy... my pal... my friend.

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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
🎶 Music & Voice: AI Generated

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