Billy 7 - Bob Dylan

Spend the night with some sweet señorita

Into her dark hallway she will lead you

In some lonesome shadow she might greet you

Billy, you’re so doggone far away from home

They say that Pat Garrett’s got your number

Sleep with one eye open when you slumber

Every little sound just might be thunder

Thunder from the barrel of his gun

Maybe you will find yourself tomorrow

Drinking in some bar to hide your sorrow

Spending the time that you borrow

Figuring a way to get back home