[Verse 1] He knows every highway, every backroad bend, Every dusty track where the chaparral ends, Every gnarled old oak and every pine that’s blessed— Bill the Road Boy of the wild, wild West. [Chorus] Oh, Bill the Road Boy never ties his shoes, Dances with the dust in the sunset hues. When the sun burns hot on his shaggy fur, He slips into the shadows where the redwoods stir. Drinks from crystal creeks that the mountain’s wept, Tango ’neath the rainbows while the world has slept. Life is a tale of cunning and of joy For Bill the Road Boy, that stray road boy. [Verse 2] No master but the sky, no leash but the breeze, He plays hide‑and‑seek with the bumblebees, Steals a smile from every passing face, Then melts into the golden space. [Chorus] Oh, Bill the Road Boy never ties his shoes, Dances with the dust in the sunset hues. When the sun burns hot on his shaggy fur, He slips into the shadows where the redwoods stir. Drinks from crystal creeks that the mountain’s wept, Tango ’neath the rainbows while the world has slept. Life is a tale of cunning and of joy For Bill the Road Boy, that stray road boy. [Bridge] Some say he’s a phantom, some say just a hound With a wanderlust that never settles down. But catch him napping ’neath the old redwood— You’ll know a life fantastic’s understood. [Chorus] Oh, Bill the Road Boy never ties his shoes, Dances with the dust in the sunset hues. When the sun burns hot on his shaggy fur, He slips into the shadows where the redwoods stir. Drinks from crystal creeks that the mountain’s wept, Tango ’neath the rainbows while the world has slept. Life is a tale of cunning and of joy For Bill the Road Boy, that stray road boy. [Outro] Bill the Road Boy… [a distant howl: awooo] Just a stray road boy…
