I just seen trouble
He’s calling out your name tonite
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
Chorus
Billy get your guns
There’s trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That’s the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it’ll never change
Billy get your guns
There’s 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
There’s trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That’s the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it’ll never change