Once upon a ruthless time

Lived a man folks thought was kind

People called him laughing Will

But inside he loved to kill



Ruled a city with his mob

A connoisseur on the way to rob

And some refused him, they're dead or lame

And old Will always dodged the blame



Johnny could not help be near

But he saw Will's face quite clear

Old Will Parker saw him run

Followed with his smoking gun



He was just a fairground boy

A-helping him on the wheel of joy

He pulled no punches, he played the game

But Old Will shot him just the same