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 to fight.
A rough man who played with danger,
To whom trouble was no stranger,
Until one day he lay dying.
He'd filled his date with destiny.

Never friendly
Never trusting
Always kept one ready hand near his gun.

That was Billy
Lonesome Billy
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run.
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ENNIO MORRICONE, PETER TEVIS