There was Dirty Steve, Charlie, Dick Brewer and Doc, Chavez and Billy the Kid.
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They all rolled together for a moment in time, believin' in all that they did.
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Each one was different, but they all were the same, with one common reason in mind
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The cold hand of justice delivered to all who had shot a good friend from behind...they shot a good friend from behind.
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Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger with no way to win in the end,
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Some would be dyin' and some would be livin', the question remaining was when.
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The battle to come wasn't theirs for the choosin', but they knew it wouldn't be long,
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With no way to turn back and no way to stop, the anger that burned was too strong...
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They rode into town unaware they were noticed, with what they must do on their minds.
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They met face to face with the ones who had killed the best friend that they ever would find, the best friend they ever would find...
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Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger with no way to win in the end...
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Some would be dyin' and some would be livin', the question remaining was when.
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It happened so quick there was no time for thinkin, the battle was finally at hand...
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And down through the years we have all heard the tales of what happened time and again.
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And sometimes the wind seems to echo the sounds of [?] the screamin' through town,
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And some people say that their ghosts can be seen when that hot desert sun's beatin down', when that hot desert sun's beatin down...
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Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger finally had evened the score.
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Some were left bleedin' and some were left dyin', but some things are worth dyin' for.
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Young Guns
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Randy Travis |