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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

-first letter-A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

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	G	C	G
	There's guns ac	ross the river aimin'	at ya

	G	C	G
	Lawman on your	trail, he'd like to c	atch ya

	C	G
	Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to	get ya

	D	G
	Billy, they don't like you to be so	free.

Campin' out all night on the berenda

Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda

Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya

Billy, don't 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, you're so far away from home.

There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places

Bullet holes and scars between the spaces

There's always one more notch and ten more paces

Billy, and you're walkin' all alone.

They say that Pat Garrett's 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, you're so far away from home.

There's 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

They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.

Billy, don't 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, you're so far away from home.

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and then the is the second version known as "billy 4"

Bob Dylan - Billy 4 Lyrics

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

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it is one of my favorites

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