歌曲 | Billy 1 |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
歌手 | Booker T. Jones |
歌手 | Bruce Langhorn |
专辑 | Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid |
作曲 : Bob Dylan | |
作词 : Bob Dylan | |
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 berenda | |
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 senorita | |
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya | |
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya | |
Billy, you're so far away from home. | |
There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places | |
Bullet holes and scars between the spaces | |
There's always one more notch and ten more paces | |
Billy, and you're walkin' all alone. | |
They say that Pat Garrett's got your number | |
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber | |
Every little sound just might be thunder | |
Thunder from the barrel of his gun. | |
Guitars will play your grand finale | |
Down in some Tularosa alley, | |
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley | |
Billy, you're so far away from home. | |
There's always some new 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 | |
They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown. | |
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down | |
To be shot down by the man who was your friend? | |
Hang on to your woman if you got one | |
Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one. | |
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one | |
Billy, you been runnin' for so long. | |
Guitars will play your grand finale | |
Down in some Tularosa alley | |
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley | |
Billy, you're so far away from home. |
zuò qǔ : Bob Dylan | |
zuò cí : Bob Dylan | |
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 berenda | |
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 senorita | |
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya | |
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya | |
Billy, you' re so far away from home. | |
There' s eyes behind the mirrors in empty places | |
Bullet holes and scars between the spaces | |
There' s always one more notch and ten more paces | |
Billy, and you' re walkin' all alone. | |
They say that Pat Garrett' s got your number | |
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber | |
Every little sound just might be thunder | |
Thunder from the barrel of his gun. | |
Guitars will play your grand finale | |
Down in some Tularosa alley, | |
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley | |
Billy, you' re so far away from home. | |
There' s always some new stranger sneakin' glances | |
Some triggerhappy 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 | |
They' ve hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown. | |
Billy, don' t it make ya feel so lowdown | |
To be shot down by the man who was your friend? | |
Hang on to your woman if you got one | |
Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one. | |
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one | |
Billy, you been runnin' for so long. | |
Guitars will play your grand finale | |
Down in some Tularosa alley | |
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley | |
Billy, you' re so far away from home. |