E I've just seen trouble: he's calling out your name tonite A E Billy get your guns You could walk away but I know you were born to fight A E So Billy get your guns The bandileros are strung out in the promenade A E Billy get your guns And the wind whispers softly that the devil?s to blame A E Billy get your guns B A E Billy get your guns, there's trouble blowing like a hurricane B A Billy get your guns, that's the price on your head E A For the price of fame and it'll never change...Billy get your guns E There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar A E Billy get your guns And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on A E Billy get your guns All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid A E Billy get your guns From some Johnny on the spot who said, "Aey, keep the change baby" A E Billy get your guns (Chorus) C#m They christened you with whiskey E And there's fire running through your veins A Well you're an outlaw just the same B E And every night a bullet wears your name (Chorus) E I've seen hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight A E Billy get your guns And every stranger that you meet thinks it's his lucky night A E Billy get your guns A E I don't envy you, Billy, but I want to say you better get your guns E 'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again Billy get your guns
