Lyrics & translations of Peter Tevis

Keep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
that's a dead man, or a gringo like me.

Be the first one to fire.
Every man is a liar.
There's just one kind of man who tells the truth,
that's a dead man, or

Always lonely, always looking
To get even with the men
Who did him wrong

That was Billy, lonesome billy
Who was quick to think
a gun could make him strong

No one tougher or more daring
Only he and his gun sharing
The great fight to live
And his great love