there's guns across the river aimin' at ya
they don't like you to be so free
campin' out all night on the berenda
dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda
up to boot hill they'd like to send ya
don't you turn your back on me
playin' around with some sweet senorita
into her dark hallway she will lead ya
in some lonesome shadows she will greet ya
you're so far away from home
there's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places
bullet holes and scars between the spaces
there's always one more notch and ten more paces
and you're walkin' all alone
they say that pat garrett's got your number
so sleep with one eye open when you slumber
every little sound just might be thunder
thunder from the barrel of his gun
guitars will play your grand finale
down in some tularosa alley
maybe in the rio pecos valley
you're so far away from home
there's always some new 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
they've hired pat garrett to force a showdown
don't it make ya feel so low-down
to be shot down by the man who was your friend?
hang on to your woman if you got one
she may have been a whore
you been runnin' for so long
guitars will play your grand finale
down in some tularosa alley
maybe in the rio pecos valley
you're so far away from home