"Yoo-hoo, Ill make you famous!"
I just seen trouble, hes calling out your name tonight
Billy get your guns
You could walk away but I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out in the promenade
Billy get your guns
And the wind whispers softly that the devils to blame
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your head for the price of fame
And itll never change
Billy get your guns
Theres a whiskey bottle empty sittin on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your head for the price of fame
And itll never change
No, Billy get your guns
They christened you with whiskey
And theres fire running through your veins
Well youre an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name
Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your head for the price of fame
And itll never change
No, Billy get your guns
Ive seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet thinks its his lucky night
Billy get your guns
I dont envy you Billy but I want to say
You better get your guns
Cause every outlaw thats died will live to ride again
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Theres trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thats the price on your head for the price of fame
And itll never change
Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns
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