Billy El Pistolero
Melendi
Billy The Gunslinger
In the seat of an old car
Abandoned in a forgotten junkyard
With a joint between his fingers, a tough guy face
And with a cowboy hat and his gun holster
That scared him and on his body
There was no room for more scars
From blows that hit him
He always said shouting to the sky
That one day he would be
As innocent as Billy the gunslinger
Who rode his horse every day
And from his neighborhood to the plaza of joy
Where he locked up the past inside a little paper
Where dreaming is as expensive as the daylight is cheap
He was a figure of bitterness
He drank small doses of madness straight
He confessed in a tobacco shop, went to church
To smoke away one by one all the sins
Bible paper rolled, without realizing he reached the mecca
Of all the forsaken
He always said shouting to the sky
That one day he would be
As innocent as Billy the gunslinger
Who rode his horse every day
And from his neighborhood to the plaza of joy
Where he locked up the past inside a little paper
Where dreaming is as expensive as the daylight is cheap
He always said shouting to the sky
That one day he would be
As innocent as Billy the gunslinger
Who rode his horse every day
And from his neighborhood to the plaza of joy
Where he locked up the past inside a little paper
Where dreaming is as expensive as the daylight is cheap
Who rode his horse every day
And from his neighborhood to the plaza of joy
Where he locked up the past inside a little paper
Where dreaming is as expensive as the daylight is cheap
