Tom: E
           
                E
I've just seen trouble: he's calling out your name tonite
A               E
Billy get your guns

You could walk away but I know you were born to fight
A                  E
So Billy get your guns
           
The bandileros are strung out in the promenade
A               E
Billy get your guns

And the wind whispers softly that the devilís to blame
A               E
Billy get your guns


                 B              A                      E
Billy get your guns, there's  trouble blowing like a hurricane
                B                 A
Billy get your guns, that's the price on your head
         E                             B                          
For the price of fame and it'll never change...Billy get your guns
E                                                 
There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar
A               E
Billy get your guns
                                       
And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on
A               E
Billy get your guns

All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid
A               E
Billy get your guns

From some Johnny on the spot who said, "Hey, keep the change baby"
A               E
Billy get your guns

(Chorus)
      C#m                        
They christened you with whiskey
                          E
And there's fire running through your veins
               A                    
Well you're an outlaw just the same
    B                                E
And every night a bullet wears your name

(Chorus)


E                         
I've seen hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight
A               E 
Billy get your guns

And every stranger that you meet thinks it's his lucky night
A               E
Billy get your guns
                                            A                   E
I don't envy you, Billy, but I want to say you better get your guns
                                                         E
'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again 

Billy get your guns