Billy 1 - Bob Dylan

Theres guns across the river aimin at ya Lawman on your trail, hed like to catch ya Bounty hunters, too, theyd like to get ya Billy, they dont like you to be so free.

Campin out all night on the berenda

Dealin cards til dawn in the hacienda

Up to boot hill theyd like to send ya Billy, dont you turn your back on me.

Playin around with some sweet senorita

Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya Billy, youre so far away from home.

Theres eyes behind the mirrors in empty places

Bullet holes and scars between the spaces

Theres always one more notch and ten more paces

Billy, and youre walkin all alone.

They say that pat garretts got your number

So sleep with one eye open when you slumber

Every little sound just might be thunder

Thunder from the barrel of his gun.

Guitars will play your grand finale

Down in some tularosa alley,

Maybe in the rio pecos valley

Billy, youre so far away from home.

Theres always some new stranger sneakin glances

Some trigger-happy fool willin to take chances

And some old whore from san pedro to make advances

Advances on your spirit and your soul.

The businessmen from taos want you to go down

Theyve hired pat garrett to force a showdown.

Billy, dont it make ya feel so low-down

To be shot down by the man who was your friend?

Hang on to your woman if you got one

Remember in el paso, once, you shot one.

She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one

Billy, you been runnin for so long.

Guitars will play your grand finale

Down in some tularosa alley

Maybe in the rio pecos valley

Billy, youre so far away from home.