Billy Get Your Guns lyrics

[William Bonney:] "Yoo-hoo, I'll make you famous!"

I just seen trouble, he's calling out your name tonight

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 devil's to blame

Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns

There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns

That's the price on your head for the price of fame

And it'll never change

Billy get your guns

There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar

Billy get your guns

And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on

Billy get your guns

All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid

Billy get your guns

From some Johnny on the spot who said hey keep the change baby

Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns

There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns

That's the price on your head for the price of fame

And it'll never change

No, Billy get your guns

They christened you with whiskey

And there's fire running through your veins

Well you're an outlaw just the same

And every night a bullet wears your name

[Guitar solo]

Billy get your guns

There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns

That's the price on your head for the price of fame

And it'll never change

No, Billy get your guns

I've seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight

Billy get your guns

And every stranger that you meet thinks it's his lucky night

Billy get your guns

I don't envy you Billy but I want to say

You better get your guns

'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again

Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns

There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns

That's the price on your head for the price of fame

And it'll never change

Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns