Am                                     G
In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
                                             Am
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico
                                    G
Theres a new made widow cryin' and a hearse a-rollin slow
     Em                                   Am
And I guess that Devil's passed this way again


[Verse 2]

Am                                      G
Theres a lathered sorrel stallion runnin through the Joshua Trees
                                  Am
A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze
                                    G
Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee
        Em                                Am
And he's dealin' in a game that he can't win


[Chorus]

Am                       G
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one
                                    Am
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
                                             G
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
                                          Em              Am
Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell


[Verse 3]
Am                                       G
Them fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed
                                Am
Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead
                                      G
As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head
Em                                 Am
Now that wheel of fortune starts to turn


[Verse 4]
Am                                  G
Your reputation's grown 'til its the biggest in the land
                                        Am
And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand
                                        G
And I guess you'll go down shootin' just like all branded men
Em                                             Am
And when you shake hands with the Devil you get burned


[Chorus]
Am                       G
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one
                                    Am
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
                                             G
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
                                          Em              Am
Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell


[Instrumental]
Am   G   Em   Am   G   Em    Am    G    Em

[Chorus]
Am                       G
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one
                                    Am
Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun
                                             G
Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
                                     Em             Am
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell