Lyrics:

''Billy Get Your Guns''[William Bonney:] ''Yoo-hoo, I''ll make you famous!''I just seen trouble, he''s calling out your name tonightBilly get your gunsYou could walk away but I know you were born to fightSo Billy get your gunsThe bandileros are strung out in the promenadeBilly get your gunsAnd the wind whispers softly that the devil''s to blameBilly get your gunsBilly get your gunsThere''s trouble blowing like a hurricaneBilly get your gunsThat''s the price on your head for the price of fameAnd it''ll never changeBilly get your gunsThere''s a whiskey bottle empty sittin'' on the barBilly get your gunsAnd some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving onBilly get your gunsAll the whores are hanging out waiting to get paidBilly get your gunsFrom some Johnny on the spot who said hey keep the change babyBilly get your gunsBilly get your gunsThere''s trouble blowing like a hurricaneBilly get your gunsThat''s the price on your head for the price of fameAnd it''ll never changeNo, Billy get your gunsThey christened you with whiskeyAnd there''s fire running through your veinsWell you''re an outlaw just the sameAnd every night a bullet wears your name[Guitar solo]Billy get your gunsThere''s trouble blowing like a hurricaneBilly get your gunsThat''s the price on your head for the price of fameAnd it''ll never changeNo, Billy get your gunsI''ve seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlightBilly get your gunsAnd every stranger that you meet thinks it''s his lucky nightBilly get your gunsI don''t envy you Billy but I want to sayYou better get your guns''Cause every outlaw that''s died will live to ride againBilly get your gunsBilly get your gunsThere''s trouble blowing like a hurricaneBilly get your gunsThat''s the price on your head for the price of fameAnd it''ll never changeBilly get your guns, Billy get your gunsBilly get your guns, Billy get your guns