GET YOUR GUN

I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonight
Billy get your gunsYou could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your gunsThe Bandileros are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your gunsAnd the wind whispers softly
That the Devil's to blame
Billy get your gunsBilly get your guns
The trouble's blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your headFor the price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your gunsThere's a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin' on the bar
Billy get your gunsAnd some organ grinder singing
'Bout some sucker moving on
Billy get your gunsAll the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paid
Billy get your gunsFrom some Johnny on the spot
Who said, "Hey, keep the change, baby"
Billy get your gunsBilly get your guns
The trouble's blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your gunsThat's the price on your head
For the price of fame
And it'll never changeThey christened you with whiskey
And there's fire running through your veins
Well, you're an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your nameBilly get your guns
The trouble's blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your gunsThat's the price on your head
For the price of fame
And it'll never changeI seen a hanged man dancing
'Neath the pale moonlight
Billy get your gunsAnd every stranger that you meet
Thinks it's his lucky night
Billy get your gunsI don't envy you, Billy
But I want to say
You better get your guns'Cause every outlaw that's died
Will live to ride again
Billy get your gunsBilly get your guns
The trouble's blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your gunsThat's the price on your head
For the price of fame
And it'll never changeBilly get your guns
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns