There's guns across the river aimin' at ya   Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya   Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya   Billy, they don't like you to be so free.      Campin' out all night on the berenda   Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda   Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya   Billy, don't you turn your back on me.      Playin' around with some sweet senorita   Into her dark hallway she will lead ya   In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya   Billy, you're so far away from home.      There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places   Bullet holes and scars between the spaces   There's always one more notch and ten more paces   Billy, and you're walkin' all alone.      They say that Pat Garrett's got your number   So sleep with one eye open when you slumber   Every little sound just might be thunder   Thunder from the barrel of his gun.      Guitars will play your grand finale   Down in some Tularosa alley,   Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley   Billy, you're so far away from home.      There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances   Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances   And 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   They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.   Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down   To be shot down by the man who was your friend?      Hang on to your woman if you got one   Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one.   She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one   Billy, you been runnin' for so long.      Guitars will play your grand finale   Down in some Tularosa alley   Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley   Billy, you're so far away from home.