Pat Garret and Billy The Kid
Bob Dylan

There's guns across the river 'bout 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 free

Stayin‘ out all night on the verenda
Walking the streets down by the hacienda
Up to boot hill they'd like to send ya
Billy don't you turn your back on me

There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
There's always one more notchin' four more aces
Billy and you're playing all alone

Layin' around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark chamber she will greet
In the sahdows of the mesa she will lead ya
Billy and you're going all alone

They say that Pat Garret'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

There's always another stranger sneaking glances
Some trigger happy fool willing to take chances
Some old old whore from South Pedro make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul

The businessmen from Taos wants you to go down
So they've hired Mr. Garret to force you to slow down
Billy don't it make you feel so low down
To be hunted by the man that was your friend

So hang on to your woman if you get one
Remember in El Paso once ya shot one
Up in Santa Fe you bought one
Billy you've been running for so long

Gypsey queens will play your grand finale
Way down in Somtorosa alley
Maybe the Rio Pecos valley
Billy your'e so far away from home
Billy you're so far away from home
Billy you're so far away from home