O.R.R.

There's a story to tell about days of old A man and his gun, a street fighter, I'm told There's one in every town, tryin' to make himself a name If he's quicker on the draw, comes glory and fame They say he's always alone, he rides a horse with no name His only friend was the Devil by his side but it caused him so much pain If his guns could talk, oh, the stories they would tell Of all the men who tried and lost, all the ones he sent to Hell They are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the run They pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gun Move around from town to town, can't stay in any place to long Outlaws, renegades, rebels on the run Things haven't changed much these days Faces are younger but still they keep playing the deadliest game Brothers and sisters, what are we fightin' for? It's not for the fame or the glory anymore I hear the mothers cryin', too many children dyin' How many tears have to fall to bring this to an end? They are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the run They pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gun Move around from town to town, can't stay in any place to long Outlaws, renegades, oh They're all outlaws, renegades, rebels on the run Pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gun Move around from town to town, can't stay in any place to long Outlaws, renegades, rebels on the run