O. R. R. Lyrics - Twenty - Lynyrd Skynyrd

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, renegadesâ?¦ 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