Lyrics:

''Billy Get Your Guns''**lf****lf**[William Bonney:] ''Yoo-hoo, I''ll make you famous!''**lf****lf**I just seen trouble, he''s calling out your name tonight**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**You could walk away but I know you were born to fight**lf**So Billy get your guns**lf**The bandileros are strung out in the promenade**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**And the wind whispers softly that the devil''s to blame**lf**Billy get your guns**lf****lf**Billy get your guns**lf**There''s trouble blowing like a hurricane**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**That''s the price on your head for the price of fame**lf**And it''ll never change**lf**Billy get your guns**lf****lf**There''s a whiskey bottle empty sittin'' on the bar**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**From some Johnny on the spot who said hey keep the change baby**lf**Billy get your guns**lf****lf**Billy get your guns**lf**There''s trouble blowing like a hurricane**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**That''s the price on your head for the price of fame**lf**And it''ll never change**lf**No, Billy get your guns**lf****lf**They christened you with whiskey**lf**And there''s fire running through your veins**lf**Well you''re an outlaw just the same**lf**And every night a bullet wears your name**lf****lf**[Guitar solo]**lf****lf**Billy get your guns**lf**There''s trouble blowing like a hurricane**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**That''s the price on your head for the price of fame**lf**And it''ll never change**lf**No, Billy get your guns**lf****lf**I''ve seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**And every stranger that you meet thinks it''s his lucky night**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**I don''t envy you Billy but I want to say**lf**You better get your guns**lf**''Cause every outlaw that''s died will live to ride again**lf**Billy get your guns**lf****lf**Billy get your guns**lf**There''s trouble blowing like a hurricane**lf**Billy get your guns**lf**That''s the price on your head for the price of fame**lf**And it''ll never change**lf**Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns**lf**Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns