Jon Bon Jovi Billy Get Your Guns lyrics

"Yoo-hoo, I'll make you famous!"

I just seen trouble, he's calling out your name tonight
Billy get your guns
You could walk away but I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns

The bandileros are strung out in the promenade
Billy get your guns
And the wind whispers softly that the devil's to blame
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns

There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns

All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot who said, hey, keep the change, baby
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change


They christened you with whiskey
And there's fire running through your veins
Well, you're an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change

I've seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet, thinks it's his lucky night
Billy get your guns

I don't envy you, Billy, but I want to say
You better get your guns
'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane

Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns