G                         C          G
Spend the night with some sweet senorita.
G                                        C      G
Into her dark hallway she will lead you.
C                                                            G
In some lonesome shadow she might greet you.
D                                                                G
Billy, you're so doggone far away from home.


They say that Pat Garrett's got your number.
Sleep with one eye open, when you slumber.
Every little sound just might be thunder.
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.

Maybe you will find yourself tomorrow.
Drinking in some bar to hide your sorrow.
Spending the time that you borrow.
Figuring a way to get back home.


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