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