I just seen trouble

He's calling out your name tonite

Billy get your guns

You could walk away

But I know you were born to fight

So Billy get your guns

The bandileros are strung out

In the promenade

Billy get your guns

Chorus

Billy 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

There'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 guns

All 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 baby

Billy 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

They 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 name

Chorus

I'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 guns

I 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 guns

Billy 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