[William Bonney:] "Yoo-hoo, I'll make you famous!"
    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 whispers softly that the devil's to blame
  Billy get your guns
    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
    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
  No, Billy get your guns
    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
    [Guitar solo]
    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
  No, Billy get your guns
    I've seen a 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
    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, Billy get your guns
  Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns