Billy 7

Spend the night with some sweet señorita

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.