There's guns across the river about to pound you
There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you
Bounty hunters are dancing all around you
Billy, they don't like you to be so freeCamping 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 meThere's mills inside the minds of crazy faces
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
There's always one more notch in four more aces
Billy, and you're playing all alonePlaying 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 aloneThey 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 gunThere'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 soulThe businessmen from Taos want you to go down
So they've hired mister Garrett, to force you to slow down
Billy, don't it make you feel so low down?
To be hunted by the man who was your friendSo hang onto 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 longGypsy queens will play your grand finale
Way down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in La Rio Pecas 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