I just seen trouble   He's calling out your name tonight   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   And the wind whispered something   That the Devils to blame   Billy get your guns      Chorus   Billy get your guns   There's trouble blowing like a hurricane   Billy get your guns   There'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      Billy get your guns   There's trouble blowing like a hurricane   Billy get your guns   There's the price on your head for the   Price of fame   And it'll never change      They christened you with whiskey   And there's fire running through your veins   But you're an outlaw all the same   And every night a bullet wears your name      Billy get your guns   There's trouble blowing like a hurricane   Billy get your guns   There's the price on your head for the   Price of fame   And it'll never change      Seen a hangman dancin' 'neath the pale moon light   Billy get your guns   And every stranger that you meet thinks its his lucky night   Billy get your guns   I don't envy you Billy but i wanna say   You better get your guns   Cause every outlaw thats died will live to ride again   Billy get your guns      Billy get your guns   There's trouble blowing like a hurricane   Billy get your guns   There's the price on your head for the   Price of fame   And it'll never change