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