I just seen trouble Hes calling out your name tonite Billy get your guns
You could walk away But I know you were born to fight So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out In the promenade Billy get your guns
And the wind whispers softly That the devils to blame Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns Thats the price on your head for the Price of fame And Ill never change Billy get your guns
Theres a whiskey bottle empty Sittin on the bar Billy get your guns And some organ grinder singingAbout some sucker moving on Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out Waiting to get paif Billy get your guns From some Johnny on the spot Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns Thats the price on your heaf for the Price of fame And Ill never change
They christened you with whiskey And theres fire running though your veins Well youre an outlaw just the same And every night a bullet wears your name
Billy get your guns Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns Thats the price on your heaf for the Price of fame And Ill never change
Ive seen a hangman dancing Beneath the pale moonlight Billy get your guns And every stranger that you meet Thinks its his lucky nightBilly get your guns
I dont envy you, Billy But I want to say You better get your guns Cause every outlaw thats died Will live to ride again Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane Billy get your guns Thats the price on your heaf for the Price of fame And Ill never change Billy get your guns