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"Yoo-hoo, I'll make you famous!" |
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I just seen trouble, he's calling out your name tonight |
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Billy get your guns |
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You could walk away but I know you were born to fight |
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So Billy get your guns |
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The bandileros are strung out in the promenade |
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Billy get your guns |
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And the wind whispers softly that the devil's to blame |
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Billy get your guns |
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Billy get your guns |
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There's trouble blowing like a hurricane |
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Billy get your guns |
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That's the price on your head for the price of fame |
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And it'll never change |
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Billy get your guns |
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There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar |
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Billy get your guns |
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And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on |
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Billy get your guns |
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All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid |
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Billy get your guns |
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From some Johnny on the spot who said, hey, keep the change, baby |
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Billy get your guns |
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Billy get your guns |
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There's trouble blowing like a hurricane |
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Billy get your guns |
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That's the price on your head for the price of fame |
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And it'll never change |
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They christened you with whiskey |
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And there's fire running through your veins |
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Well, you're an outlaw just the same |
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And every night a bullet wears your name |
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Billy get your guns |
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There's trouble blowing like a hurricane |
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Billy get your guns |
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That's the price on your head for the price of fame |
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And it'll never change |
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I've seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight |
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Billy get your guns |
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And every stranger that you meet, thinks it's his lucky night |
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Billy get your guns |
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I don't envy you, Billy, but I want to say |
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You better get your guns |
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'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again |
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Billy get your guns |
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Billy get your guns |
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There's trouble blowing like a hurricane |
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Billy get your guns |
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That's the price on your head for the price of fame |
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And it'll never change |
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Billy get your guns |
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Billy get your guns |
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Billy get your guns |
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Billy get your guns |
