| Song | Billy 1 |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Pure Dylan - An Intimate Look At Bob Dylan |
| 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. |