Billy Get Your Guns

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 s*cker 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 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