Here's my rendition of Billy form the soundtrack, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. It's a bled of the lyrics
from all the recorded versions that puts the whole story together in a somewhat timely fashion using the most
poetic lyrics.
Billy (Key of A)
|A |A D |A |A
There's guns across the river ‘bout to pound you
|A |A D |A |A
There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you
|D |D |A |A
Bounty hunters dancing all around you
|E |E |A |A
Billy, they don't like you to be so free
|A |A D |A |A
Camping out all night on the veranda
|A |A D |A |A
Dealin’ cards till dawn in the hacienda
|D |D |A |A
Up to Boot Hill the like to send ya
|E |E |A |A
Billy, don't you turn your back on me
|A |A D |A |A
There's eyes behind the mirror of empty places
|A |A D |A |A
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
|D |D |A |A
There’s always one more notch in four more aces
|E |E |A |A
Billy, and you're playing all alone.
|A |A D |A |A
Spend the night with some sweet signorita
|A |A D |A |A
Into her dark chamber she will lead ya
|D |D |A |A
In the shadows of the masa she might greet ya
|E |E |A |A
Billy, you’re so far away from home
|A |A D |A |A
They say that Pat Garrett has got your number
|A |A D |A |A
So sleep with one eye open, when you slumber
|D |D |A |A
If Every little sound just might be thunder
|E |E |A |A
Thunder from the barrel of his gun
|A |A D |A |A
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
|A |A D |A |A
So they've hired Mr. Garrett, he'll force you to slow down
|D |D |A |A
Billy, don't let it make you feel so low down
|E |E |A |A
To be hunted by the man who was your friend
|A |A D |A |A
Gypsy queens will play your grand finale
|A |A D |A |A
Way down in some Tularosa alley
|D |D |A |A
Maybe in La Rio Pecas valley
|E |E |A |A
Billy, you're so far away from home
|E |E |A
Billy, you're so far away from home