Tekstovi: Bob Dylan. Billy 4.

There's guns across the river about to pound you
There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you
Bounty hunters are dancing all around you
Billy, they don't like you to be so free

Camping out all night on the veranda
Walking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to boot hill they'd like to send you
Billy, don't you turn your back on me

There's mills inside the minds of crazy faces
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
There's always one more notch in four more aces
Billy, and you're playing all alone

Playing around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark chamber she will greet you
In the shadows of the mesa she will lead you
Billy, and you're going all alone

They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sleep with one eye open, when you wonder
If every little sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun

There's always another stranger sneaking glances
Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances
Some old whore from San Pedro to make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
So they've hired mister Garrett, to force you to slow down
Billy, don't it make you feel so low down?
To be hunted by the man who was your friend

So hang onto your woman, if you got one
Remember in El Paso once you shot one
I'll be in Santa Fe about one
Billy, you've been running for so long

Gypsy queens will play your grand finale
Way down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in La Rio Pecas Valley
Billy, you're so far away from home
Billy, you're so far away from home
Billy, you're so far away from home