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 Camping 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 There's always another stranger sneaking glances Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances Some old who*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