Billy 4

(Esta versión, que me gusta mucho, la canta Oh Susanna, a la que he descubierto gracias al programa musical en podcast The Miller Tells Her Tale.)




There’s guns across the river about to pound you
There’s a lawman on your trail like to surround you
Bounty hunters are dancing all around you
Billy, they don’t like you to be so free.

Campin’ out all night on the veranda
Playin’ 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.

They say that Pat Garrett’s got your number
So sleep with one eye open, when you wander
Every little sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.

There’s always another stranger sneaking glances
Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances
Some old whore from San Pedro’ll make advances
Advances on your spirit and your soul.

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
So they’ve hired mister Garrett, to force you to slow down
Billy, don’t it make ya feel so low-down
To be hunted by the man who was your friend.

So hang on to your woman, if you got one
Remember in El Paso once you shot one
I’ll be in Santa Fe about one
Billy, you’re going all alone

Gypsy queens will play your grand finale
Down in the Tularosa alley
Down in La Rio Pecas valley
Billy, you’re so far away from home
Billy, you’re so far away from home

Bob Dylan