I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonight
Billy get your gunsYou could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So billy get your gunsThe bandoleers are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your gunsBilly 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 gunsThere'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 gunsAll 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 babyBilly 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 changeThey 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 nameI've seen 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 gunsI 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 gunsBilly 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
Songwriters
BON JOVI, JONPublished by
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