I just seen trouble
Heīs 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 strung 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
Thereīs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatīs the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And Iīll never change
Billy get your guns
Thereīs a whiskey bottle empty
Sittinī 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
Thereīs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatīs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iīll never change
They christened you with whiskey
And thereīs fire running though your veins
Well youīre an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name
Billy get your guns
Thereīs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatīs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iīll never change
Iīve seen a hangman dancing
Beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet
Thinks itīs his lucky nightBilly get your guns
I donīt envy you, Billy
But I want to say
You better get your guns
īCause every outlaw thatīs died
Will live to ride again
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Thereīs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatīs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iīll never change
Billy get your guns
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