There's guns across the river about to pound you   There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you   Bounty hunters are dancing all around you   Billy, they don't like you to be so free      Camping out all night on the veranda   Walking in the streets down by the hacienda   Up to boot hill they'd like to send you   Billy, don't you turn your back on me      There's mills inside the minds of crazy faces   Bullet holes and rifles in their cases   There's always one more notch in four more aces   Billy, and you're playing all alone      Playing around with some sweet senorita   Into her dark chamber she will greet you   In the shadows of the mesa she will lead you   Billy, and you're going all alone      They say that Pat Garrett's got your number   So sleep with one eye open, when you wonder   If every little sound just might be thunder   Thunder from the barrel of his gun      There's always another stranger sneaking glances   Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances   Some old whore from San Pedro to make advances   Advances on your spirit and your soul      The businessmen from Taos want you to go down   So they've hired mister Garrett, to force you to slow down   Billy, don't it make you feel so low down?   To be hunted by the man who was your friend      So hang onto your woman, if you got one   Remember in El Paso once you shot one   I'll be in Santa Fe about one   Billy, you've been running for so long      Gypsy queens will play your grand finale   Way down in some Tularosa alley   Maybe in La Rio Pecas Valley   Billy, you're so far away from home   Billy, you're so far away from home   Billy, you're so far away from home