Intro Verse There's guns across the river about to pound you, There's lawmen on your trail like to surround you, Bounty hunters are dancing all around you, Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Living out all night on the veranda, Walking in the streets down by the hacienda, Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send you, Billy, don't you turn your back on me. Playing around with some sweet senorita, Into her dark chamber she will greet you, In the shadows of the mesas 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 slumber, Every little sound just might be thunder, Thunder from the barrel of his gun. Intro There's always another stranger sneaking glances, Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances, Some old w***e from San Pedro will make advances, Advances on your spirit and your soul. So hang on to your woman if you got one, Remember in El Paso once you shot one, Yeah and up in Santa Fe one time you bought 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 Pecos valley, Billy, you're so far away from home, Billy, you're so far away from home.