Lynyrd Skynyrd - O. R. R. Lyrics
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke)Theres a story to tell about days of oldA man and his gun, a street fighter Im toldTheres one in every town, tryin to make himself a nameIf hes quicker on the draw, comes glory and fameThey say hes always alone, he rides a horse with no nameHis only friend was the devil by his side but it caused him so much painIf his guns could talk, oh, the stories they would tellOf all the men who tried and lost, all the ones he sent to hell(chorus)They are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the runThey pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gunMove around from town to town cant stay in any place to longOutlaws, renegades... rebels on the runThings havent changed much these daysFaces are younger, but still they keep playing the deadliest gameBrothers and sisters, what are we fightin forIts not for the fame or the glory anymoreI hear the mothers cryinToo many children dyinHow many tears have to fall to bring this to an endThey are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the runThey pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gunMove around from town to town cant stay in any place to longOutlaws, renegades... ohTheyre all outlaws, renegades, rebels on the runThey pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gunMove around from town to town cant stay in any place to longOutlaws, renegades... rebels on the run
