Billy 7 - Bob Dylan
    Spend the night with some sweet señorita
    Into her dark hallway she will lead you
    In some lonesome shadow she might greet you
    Billy  you're so doggone far away from home.

    They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
    Sleep with one eye open when you slumber
    Every little sound just might be thunder
    Thunder from the barrel of his gun.

    Maybe you will find youself tomorrow
    Drinking in some bar to hide you sorrow
    Spendin' the time that you borrow
    Figuring a way to get back home.


    Marco Giunco
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