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