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      Chorus      They 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 name      Chorus      I've seen hangman dancing   Beneath the pale moonlight   Billy get your guns   And every stranger that you meet   Thinks it's his lucky night   Billy get your guns      I 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 guns      Chorus