Billy Claiborne – The Kid Who Ran Too Late | Outlaw Country Ballad

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Discover the tragic outlaw tale of Billy Claiborne in this powerful Outlaw Country Ballad. From dusty Mississippi trails to the deadly silence of Boot Hill, this song follows the real-life figure who called himself "The Kid"—too bold, too fast, and too late when it mattered most. He ran from the O.K. Corral gunfight, drank away his soul, and met his fate in a Tombstone saloon.Billy Claiborne was an American renegade, a cowboy, a coachman, a miner and a revolver in the American old west. He killed James Hickey in a conflict in Saloon, but it was a self -defense. Was present at the beginning of the shooting at O.K. Corral, but he was unarmed and escaped from the shooting.

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Billy Claiborne – The Kid Who Ran Too Late | Outlaw Country Ballad
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Born in Yazoo City, down Mississippi way,
Raised on dust and longhorn drives,
Rode for Slaughter, through the sagebrush stray,
Chased the Kid’s name, fought to stay alive.

(Verse 2)
Tombstone nights, the mines ran raw,
Whiskey burned and tempers clashed,
At the Queen’s Saloon, he broke the law,
Gunned down Hickey over words too brash.

(Chorus)
Billy Claiborne, wild and bold,
Ran from the fight, left friends in the cold,
Called himself “the Kid,” too brash, too fast,
Tombstone’s shadow claims you at last.

(Verse 3)
Whiskey’s grip, he couldn’t shake,
Temper flared with every drink he’d take,
Drowning sorrows, lost in shame,
Bullets flew as he played the game.

(Verse 4)
O.K. Corral, the guns blazed free,
Earp and Holliday held their stand,
Billy turned when the bullets screamed,
Left the Clantons in death’s cold hand.

(Verse 5)
After the trial, his name was scorned,
Swore at the Earps, but truth wouldn’t bend,
Worked the mines, yet his soul was torn,
Back to Tombstone, chasing his end.

(Chorus)
Billy Claiborne, wild and bold,
Ran from the fight, left friends in the cold,
Called himself “the Kid,” too brash, too fast,
Tombstone’s shadow claims you at last.

(Bridge)
Drunk and loud, his taunts rang high,
Leslie warned him, “Don’t pull that gun,”
But Billy’s demons wouldn’t die,
Leslie’s shot, his tale was done.

(Outro)
On Boot Hill now, where legends sleep,
A wooden cross and secrets deep,
No more running, no more pain,
Just the wind and desert rain.
Another outlaw laid to rest,
With the ghosts of all the west.

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