[ Предположительная тональность: A ] Here's my rendition of Billy form the soundtrack, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. It's a bled of the lyrics from all the recorded versions that puts the whole story together in a somewhat timely fashion using the most poetic lyrics. Billy (Key of A) |A |A D |A |A There's guns across the river 'bout to pound you |A |A D |A |A There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you |D |D |A |A Bounty hunters dancing all around you |E |E |A |A Billy, they don't like you to be so free |A |A D |A |A Camping out all night on the veranda |A |A D |A |A Dealin' cards till dawn in the hacienda |D |D |A |A Up to Boot Hill the like to send ya |E |E |A |A Billy, don't you turn your back on me |A |A D |A |A There's eyes behind the mirror of empty places |A |A D |A |A Bullet holes and rifles in their cases |D |D |A |A There's always one more notch in four more aces |E |E |A |A Billy, and you're playing all alone. |A |A D |A |A Spend the night with some sweet signorita |A |A D |A |A Into her dark chamber she will lead ya |D |D |A |A In the shadows of the masa she might greet ya |E |E |A |A Billy, you're so far away from home |A |A D |A |A They say that Pat Garrett has got your number |A |A D |A |A So sleep with one eye open, when you slumber |D |D |A |A If Every little sound just might be thunder |E |E |A |A Thunder from the barrel of his gun |A |A D |A |A The businessmen from Taos want you to go down |A |A D |A |A So they've hired Mr. Garrett, he'll force you to slow down |D |D |A |A Billy, don't let it make you feel so low down |E |E |A |A To be hunted by the man who was your friend |A |A D |A |A Gypsy queens will play your grand finale |A |A D |A |A Way down in some Tularosa alley |D |D |A |A Maybe in La Rio Pecas valley |E |E |A |A Billy, you're so far away from home |E |E |A Billy, you're so far away from home