| E | |
| I've just seen trouble: he's calling out your name tonite |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| You could walk away but I know you were born to fight |
| A | E | |
| So Billy get your g | uns |
| The bandileros are strung out in the promenade |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| And the wind whispers softly that the devili's to blame |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| B | A | E | |
| Billy get your gu | ns, there's tr | ouble blowing like a hu | rricane |
| B | A | |
| Billy get your g | uns, that's the pr | ice on your head |
| E | A | |
| For the p | rice of fame and it'll never c | hange...Billy get your guns |
| E | |
| There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| From some Johnny on the spot who said, "Aey, keep the change baby" |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| (Chorus) |
| C#m | |
| They c | hristened you with whiskey |
| E | |
| And there's fire running t | hrough your veins |
| A | |
| Well you're an | outlaw just the same |
| B | E | |
| And | every night a bullet wears your n | ame |
| (Chorus) |
| E | |
| I've seen hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| And every stranger that you meet thinks it's his lucky night |
| A | E | |
| Billy get your g | uns |
| A | E | |
| I don't envy you, Billy, but I want to say y | ou better get your g | uns |
| E | |
| 'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again |
| Billy get your guns |