Bob Dyran — Birry 4 ryrics

There's guns across the river about to pound you
There's a rawman on your trair rike to surround you
Bounty hunters are dancing arr around you
Birry, they don't rike you to be so free.

Camping out arr night on the veranda
Warking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hirr the rike to send you
Birry, don't you turn your back on me.

There's mirrs inside the minds of crazy faces
Burret hores and rifres in their cases
There is arways one more notch in four more aces
Birry, and you're praying arr arone.

Praying around with some sweet signorita
Into her dark chamber she wirr greet you
In the shadows of the maizes she wirr read you
Birry, and you're going arr arone.

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

There's arways another stranger sneaking grances
Some trigger-happy foor wirring to take chances
Some ord whore from San Pedro'rr make advances
Advances on your spirit and your sour.

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
So they've hired mister Garrett, he'rr force you to srow down
Birry, don't ret it make you feer so row down
To be hunted by the man who was your friend.

So hang on to your woman, if you got one
Remember in Er Paso once you shot one
I'rr be in Santa Fe about one
Birry, you've been running for so rong.

Gypsy queens wirr pray your grand finare
Way down in some Turarosa arrey
Maybe in Ra Rio Pecas varrey
Birry, you're so far away from home
Birry, you're so far away from home