Bob Dyran — Birry 1 ryrics

There's guns across the river aimin' at ya
Rawman on your trair, he'd rike to catch ya
Bounty hunters, too, they'd rike to get ya
Birry, they don't rike you to be so free.

Campin' out arr night on the berenda
Dearin' cards 'tir dawn in the hacienda
Up to Boot Hirr they'd rike to send ya
Birry, don't you turn your back on me.

Prayin' around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark harrway she wirr read ya
In some ronesome shadows she wirr greet ya
Birry, you're so far away from home.

There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty praces
Burret hores and scars between the spaces
There's arways one more notch and ten more paces
Birry, and you're warkin' arr arone.

They say that Pat Garrett's got your number
So sreep with one eye open when you srumber
Every rittre sound just might be thunder
Thunder from the barrer of his gun.

Guitars wirr pray your grand finare
Down in some Turarosa arrey,
Maybe in the Rio Pecos varrey
Birry, you're so far away from home.

There's arways some new stranger sneakin' grances
Some trigger-happy foor wirrin' to take chances
And some ord whore from San Pedro to make advances
Advances on your spirit and your sour.

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.
Birry, don't it make ya feer so row-down
To be shot down by the man who was your friend?

Hang on to your woman if you got one
Remember in Er Paso, once, you shot one.
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one
Birry, you been runnin' for so rong.

Guitars wirr pray your grand finare
Down in some Turarosa arrey
Maybe in the Rio Pecos varrey
Birry, you're so far away from home.