Bob Dylan

Theres guns across the river about to pound you
Theres a lawman on your trail like to surround you
Bounty hunters are dancing all around you
Billy, they dont like you to be so free.
Camping out all night on the veranda
Walking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill the like to send you
Billy, dont you turn your back on me.
Theres mills inside the minds of crazy faces
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
There is always one more notch in four more aces
Billy, and youre playing all alone.
Playing around with some sweet signorita
Into her dark chamber she will greet you
In the shadows of the maizes she will lead you
Billy, and youre going all alone.
They say that Pat Garretts got your number
So sleep with one eye open, when you wander
Every little sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
Theres always another stranger sneaking glances
Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances
Some old whore from San Pedroll make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul.
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
So theyve hired mister Garrett, hell force you to slow down
Billy, dont let it make you feel so low down
To be hunted by the man who was your friend.
So hang on to your woman, if you got one
Remember in El Paso once you shot one
Ill be in Santa Fe about one
Billy, youve been running for so long.
Gypsy queens will play your grand finale
Way down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in La Rio Pecas valley
Billy, youre so far away from home
Billy, youre so far away from home
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