I just seen trouble
Hes calling out your name tonite
Billy get your guns

You could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns

The bandileros are [bad word] out
In the promenade
Billy get your guns

And the wind whispers softly
That the devils to blame
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And Ill never change
Billy get your guns

Theres a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singingAbout some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns

All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paif
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby

Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Ill never change

They christened you with whiskey
And theres [bad word] though your veins
Well youre an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name

Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Ill never change

Ive seen a hangman dancing
Beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet
Thinks its his lucky nightBilly get your guns

I dont envy you, Billy
But I want to say
You better get your guns
Cause every outlaw thats died
Will live to ride again
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Ill never change
Billy get your guns