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Billy 4 Bob Dylan © 1972, 1973 Ram's Horn Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

20 Jan 1973 PAT GARRETT AND BILLY THE KID

Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid session 1, CBS Discos studios, Mexico City - 20.jan.1973 There's guns across the river 'bout to pound you There's a lawman on your trail, like to surround you Bounty hunters are dancin' all around you Billy they don't like you to be so free. Campin' out all night on the veranda Walkin' 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 mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes an' rifles in their cases There's always one more notch an' four more aces Billy an' you're playin' all alone. Playin' around with some sweet señorita Into her dark chamber she will greet you In the shadows of the mesa she will lead you Billy an' you're goin' all alone. They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open when you wander If every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun. There's always another stranger sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances Some old whore from San Pedro'll make advances Advances on your spirit an' your soul. The businessmen from Taos want you to go down So they've hired Mr Garrett, he'll 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 on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso once you shot one Up in Santa Fe you bought one Billy you been runnin' for so long. Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley Billy you're so far away from home Billy you're so far away from home.

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Billy 4

22 Mar 2009 YouTube

Berns Salonger, Stockholm SE - 22.mar.2009 played once live with very slightly altered (and incomplete) lyrics Well there's guns across the river 'bout to pound you Lawman on your trail, like to surround you Bounty hunters dancin' all around you Billy they don't like you to be so free. Campin' out all night on the veranda Walkin' 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 mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes an' rifles in their cases There's always one more notch an' four more aces Billy an' you're playin' all alone. Playin' around with some sweet señorita Into her dark chamber she will lead you In the shadows of the mesa she will greet you Billy an' you're goin' all alone. Well they say Garrett has got your number Sleep with one eye open as you wander Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun. There's always some stranger sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances Some old whore from San Pedro makin' advances Advances on your spirit an' your soul. Well the businessmen from Taos want you to go down They've hired Mr Garrett to force you to slow down Billy don't it make you feel so low down To be hunted by a man who once was your friend. So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso once you shot one Up in Santa Fe you're about one Billy you been runnin' for so long. Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos 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.