Billy 4 - Bob Dylan

There’s guns across the river about to pound you

There’s a lawman on your trail like to surround you

Bounty hunters are dancing all around you

Billy, they don’t like you to be so free

Camping out all night on the veranda

Walking in the streets down by the hacienda

Up to Boot Hill the like to send you

Billy, don’t you turn your back on me

There’s mills inside the minds of crazy faces

Bullet holes and rifles in their cases

There is always one more notch in four more aces

Billy, and you’re playing all alone

Playing around with some sweet signorita

Into her dark chamber she will greet you

In the shadows of the maizes she will lead you

Billy, and you’re going all alone

They say that Pat Garrett’s got your number

So sleep with one eye open, when you wander

Every little sound just might be thunder

Thunder from the barrel of his gun

There’s always another stranger sneaking glances

Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances

Some old whore from San Pedro’ll make advances

Advances on your spirit and your soul

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down

So they’ve hired mister Garrett, he’ll force you to slow down

Billy, don’t let 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

I’ll be in Santa Fe about one

Billy, you’ve been running for so long

Gypsy queens will play your grand finale

Way down in some Tularosa alley

Maybe in La Rio Pecas valley

Billy, you’re so far away from home

Billy, you’re so far away from home