Billy 1
Several verses instrumental intro
G C/g G
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya
G C/g G
Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya
C G
Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya
D G
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
Campin' out all night on the veranda
Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
Playin' around with some sweet seorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
To the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya
Billy, you're so far away from home.
Billy 4
As above, but capo 2nd fret (sounding key A major)
There's guns across the river, like to pound you Lawman on your trail like to surround you Bounty hunters dancin' all around you Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Campin' out all night on the veranda Walkin' the streets down by the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone. Playin' around with some sweet seorita Into her dark chamber she will greet ya In the shadows of the mesa she will lead ya Billy, and you're goin' 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 sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances And 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 ya feel so low-down To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one. Up in Santa Fe you bought one Billy, you been runnin' for so long. Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley, Maybe in the Rio Pecos 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.
Billy 7
Spend the night with some sweet seorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In some lonesome shadow she might greet ya Billy, you're so doggone far away from home. They say that Pat Garrett's got your number Sleep with one eye open when you slumber Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun. Maybe you will find yourself tomorrow Drinkin' in some bar to hide your sorrow Spendin' the time that you borrow Figuring a way to get back home.
Outtakes
Billy (2)
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Campin' out all night on the veranda Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone. Playin' around with some sweet seorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya Billy, you've been runnin' for so long. 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. Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley, Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley In the days when you were better known. 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 ya feel so low-down To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one. Way up in Santa Fe she was a hot one Billy, you been runnin' for so long. Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Billy, you been so far from home Billy, you're so far away from home.
BD: Was that any good?
Producer: Pretty good, Bob. What happened, you hit the mike twice, I guess when you were movin’ around out there, and we had a couple of clunks on it.
BD: Hm. That’s too bad.
Turkey II or Tom Turkey
Capo 2nd fret
Loong intro, playing around with the following riff, first without any sense of rhythm whatsoever:
|--------------------------3--- |--0-1---3--5--3----1--0---0--- |--------------------------0--- |--0-2---3--5--3----2--0---0--- |--------------------------2--- |--------------------------3---
then eventually settling into this rhythm:
: . . . : . . . |-----------------|-----------------| |-0-1-----3-------|-5---3---1-0-----| |-----------------|-----------------| |-0-2-----3-----5-|-----3---2-0-----| |-----------------|-----------------| |-----------------|-----------------|
Before segueing into this strumming pattern:
G C/g G7' Am7 : . . . : . . . |-3-3---3-3-------|---0---0-0-0-0-0-| |-0-0---0-1-------|---3---3-1-1-1-1-| |-0-0---0-0-------|---0---0-0-0-0-0-| |-0-0---0-2-------|-3-----3-2-2-2-2-| |-2-2---2-0-------|-0-------0-0-0-0-| |-3-3---3-3-------|-----------------|
or some variation of it, frequently with a prominent place for the open A string from the middle of the first bar.
This pattern is the background for the sung verses as well:
G C/g G7' Am7 G C/g G7' Am7
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
G C/g G7' Am7 G C/g G7' Am7
So they've hired Mister Garrett to force you to slow down.
C G C/g G7' Am7
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down
D C G
To be hunted by the man who was your friend?
So hang on to your woman if you got one
Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one.
Way up in Santa Fe you bought one
Billy, don't it make you feel so bad?