Am G In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso Am Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico. G There?s a new made widow cryin? and a hurse a-rollin? slow, Em Am And I guess that Devil?s passed this way again. Am G There?s a lathered sorrel stallion runnin? through the Joshua Trees, Am A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze. G Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee, Em Am And he?s dealin? in a game that he can?t win. CHORUS Am G Poor Billy Bonney, you?re only twenty-one, Am Pat Garrett?s got your name on every bullet in his gun. G Each notch you carved on your six-gun?s got a bloody tale to tell Em Am Well, you?re a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell. Am G Them fancy clothes you?re wearin? and the women in your bed, Am Can?t take away the faces of the men that you left dead. G As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head, Em Am Now that wheel or fortune starts to turn. Am G Your reputation?s grown till it?s the biggest in the land, Am And there ain?t a lot of people left who wanna call your hand. G And I guess you?ll go down shootin? just like all brand of men, Em Am And when you shake hands with the Devil you get burned. CHORUS x 2
