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.


    Marco Giunco
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