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 too 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 fighting for

It's not for the fame or the glory anymore

I hear the mothers crying

Too many children dying

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 too long

Outlaws, renegades... rebels on the run

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 too long

Outlaws, renegades... rebels on the run