Gillian Welch/David Rawlings: "Billy"

there's guns across the river aiming 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

camping out all night on the veranda
dealing 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

playing 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 sneaking glances
some trigger-happy fool willing 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 running 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

--Bob Dylan