In the southern part of Texas, east and west of EL Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a rolling slow I guess that Devil's passed this way again There's a lathered Sorrel Stallion running threw the Joshua trees And a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze He's got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees And he's dealing in a game that he can't win Poor Billy Bonny, you're only twenty one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six gun Has a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell Them fancy clothes your wearing and the women in your bed Can't take away the faces of the men that you've left dead As you ride across the bad lands with a price upon your head And now the wheel of fortune starts to turn You're reputation's grown till it's the biggest in the land And there ain't a lot of people left who want to call your hand And I guess you'll go down shooting and like all branded men When you shake hands with the Devil you get burned Poor Billy Bonny, you're only twenty one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six gun Has a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell © MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com