Billy 4 - Bob Dylan
There's guns across the river
'bout to pound you
There's a lawman on your trail, like to surround you
Bounty hunters are dancin' all around you
Billy they don't like you to be so free.
Campin' out all night on the veranda
Walkin' in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send you
Billy don't you turn your back on me.
There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces
Bullet holes an' rifles in their cases
There's always one more notch an' four more aces
Billy an' you're playin' all alone.
Playin' around with some sweet señorita
Into her dark chamber she will greet you
In the shadows of the mesa she will lead you
Billy and you're goin' all alone.
They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep with one eye open when you wander
If every little sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
There's always another stranger sneakin' glances
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Some old whore from San Pedro'll make advances
Advances on your spirit an' your soul.
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
So they've hired Mr Garrett, he'll force you to slow down
Billy don't 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
Up in Santa Fe you bought one
Billy you been runnin' for so long.
Gypsy queens will play your grand finale
Way down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in the rio Pecos valley
Billy you're so far away from home
Billy you're so far away from home
Billy you're so far away from home.