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Bob Dylan : Pat Garrett And Billy The Kid
1973

  1. Billy
  2. Billy 4
  3. Billy 7
  4. Billy 2 (Outtake)
  5. Turkey II (Outtake)
  6. Knockin' On Heaven's Door
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Billy

Harp:
G
(straight)
G
C/g
G
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya
G
C/g
G
Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya
C
G
Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya
D
G
Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya To the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya Billy, you're so far away from home

Billy 4

There's guns across the river, like to pound you Lawman on your trail like to surround you Bounty hunters dancin' all around you Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Walkin' the streets down by the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark chamber she will greet ya In the shadows of the mesa she will lead ya Billy, and you're goin' all alone They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open when you wonder If every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun There's always another stranger sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances And some old whore from San Pedro to make advances Advances on your spirit and your soul The businessmen from Taos want you to go down So they've hired Mister Garrett to force you to slow down Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one Up in Santa Fe you bought one Billy, you been runnin' for so long Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley Billy, you're so far away from home Billy, you're so far away from home Billy, you're so far away from home

Billy 7

Spend the night with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In some lonesome shadow she might greet ya 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 Drinkin' in some bar to hide your sorrow Spendin' the time that you borrow Figuring a way to get back home

Billy 2 (Outtake)

There's guns across the river aimin' at ya Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya Billy, you've been runnin' for so long They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open when you wonder If every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley In the days when you were better known The businessmen from Taos want you to go down So they've hired Mister Garrett to force you to slow down Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one Way up in Santa Fe she was a hot one Billy, you been runnin' for so long Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Billy, you been so far from home Billy, you're so far away from home
BD: "Was that any good?"

Turkey II (Outtake)

This playful riff... ... settles into this pattern:
|--------------------------3--- |-----------------|-----------------|
|--0-1---3--5--3----1--0---0--- |-0-1-----3-------|-5---3---1-0-----|
|--------------------------0--- |-----------------|-----------------|
|--0-2---3--5--3----2--0---0--- |-0-2-----3-----5-|-----3---2-0-----|
|--------------------------2--- |-----------------|-----------------|
|--------------------------3--- |-----------------|-----------------|
Before segueing into this strumming pattern:
G
C/g
G7*
Am7
|-3-3---3-3-------|---0---0-0-0-0-0-|
|-0-0---0-1-------|---3---3-1-1-1-1-|
|-0-0---0-0-------|---0---0-0-0-0-0-|
|-0-0---0-2-------|-3-----3-2-2-2-2-|
|-2-2---2-0-------|-0-------0-0-0-0-|
|-3-3---3-3-------|-----------------|
G
C/g
G7*
Am7
G
C/g
G7*
Am7
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
G
C/g
G7*
Am7
G
C/g
G7*
Am7
So they've hired Mister Garrett to force you to slow down
C
G
C/g
G7*
Am7
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down
D
C
G
To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one Way up in Santa Fe you bought one Billy, don't it make you feel so bad?

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

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G
D
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Am7
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G
D
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C
| Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Outtake from album sessions (Feb 1973)
Mama, put my guns in the ground I don't need them anymore Long black train is comin' round I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, take this badge off of me I don't need it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black train is comin' round I'm knockin' up on heaven's door