Randy Travis – Young Guns (Guitar)

          Bm                         D
There was Dirty Steve, Charlie, Dick Brewer and Doc,

Bm                   D
Chavez and Billy the Kid.

     G                         D
They all rolled together for a moment in time,

  C                        A
believin' in all that they did.

Bm                               D
Each one was different, but they all were the same,

     Bm                   D
with one common reason in mind

    G                      D
The cold hand of justice delivered to all

        C                         D
who had shot a good friend from behind

     C                         D
they shot a good friend from behind.

      A                       Bm
Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger

     A                    Bm
with no way to win in the end,

A                       Bm
Some would be dyin' and some would be livin',

    G                    F#
the question remaining was when.

    Bm                    D
The battle to come wasn't theirs for the choosin',

    Bm                       D
but they knew it wouldn't be long,

     G                       D
With no way to turn back and no way to stop,

    C                       A
the anger that burned was too strong

     Bm                D
They rode into town unaware they were noticed,

     Bm                         D
with what they must do on their minds.

     G                         D
They met face to face with the ones who had killed

         C                           D
the best friend that they ever would find,

    C                           D
the best friend they ever would find

      A                       Bm
Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger

     A                    Bm
with no way to win in the end,

A                       Bm
Some would be dyin' and some would be livin',

    G                    F#
the question remaining was when.

   Bm                          D
It happened so quick there was no time for thinkin,

    Bm                    D
the battle was finally at hand

    G                              D
And down through the years we have all heard the tales

        C                  A
of what happened time and again.

    Bm N.C.                     D N.C.
And sometimes the wind seems to echo the sounds

       Bm N.C                          D  N.C.
of the hoofbeats and screamin' through town,

    G  N.C.                    D  N.C.
And some people say that their ghosts can be seen

          C  N.C.                 D N.C.
when that hot desert sun's beatin down',

          C  N.C.                 D N.C.
when that hot desert sun's beatin down

      A                       Bm
Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger

A                      Bm
finally had evened the score.

A                           Bm
Some were left bleedin' and some were left dyin',

    G                        F#
but some things are worth dyin' for.