Текст песни: Jon Bon Jovi - Billy Get Your Guns
I just seen trouble
Heґs calling out your name tonite
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 devils to blame
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
Billy get your guns
Thereґs a whiskey bottle empty
Sittinґ on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singingAbout some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paif
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
They christened you with whiskey
And thereґs fire running though your veins
Well youґre an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
Iґve seen a hangman dancing
Beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet
Thinks itґs his lucky nightBilly get your guns
I donґt envy you, Billy
But I want to say
You better get your guns
ґCause every outlaw thatґs died
Will live to ride again
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
Billy get your guns
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I just seen trouble
Heґs calling out your name tonite
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 devils to blame
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
Billy get your guns
Thereґs a whiskey bottle empty
Sittinґ on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singingAbout some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paif
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
They christened you with whiskey
And thereґs fire running though your veins
Well youґre an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
Iґve seen a hangman dancing
Beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet
Thinks itґs his lucky nightBilly get your guns
I donґt envy you, Billy
But I want to say
You better get your guns
ґCause every outlaw thatґs died
Will live to ride again
Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns
Thereґs trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
Thatґs the price on your heaf for the
Price of fame
And Iґll never change
Billy get your guns
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