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Capo
2nd Fret
G
C G
There's guns across the river about to pound you.
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C
G
There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you.
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Bounty hunters are dancing all around you.
D
G
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 the like to send you.
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
There's mills inside the minds of crazy faces.
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases.
There is always one more notch in four more aces.
Billy, and you're playing all alone.
Playing around with some sweet senorita.
Into her dark chamber she will greet you.
In the shadows of the mesa 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 wonder.
If every little sound just might be thunder.
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
(Instrumental)
There's always another stranger sneaking glances.
Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances.
Some old whore from San Pedro to make advances.
Advances on your spirit and your soul.
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down.
So they've hired mister Garrett, he'll force you to slow down.
Billy, don't let it make you feel so low down.
To be hunted by the man who was your friend.
So hang on to your woman, if you got one.
Remember in El Paso once you shot one.
I'll be in Santa Fe about 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.
Billy, you're so far away from home.
Copyright © 1972 Ram's Horn Music
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