| Song | O.R.R. |
| Artist | Lynyrd Skynyrd |
| Album | Twenty |
| 作词 : Medlocke, Rossington ... | |
| 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 | |
| (chorus) | |
| 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, renegades... 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 | |
| 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, renegades... Oh | |
| They're all 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, renegades... rebels on the run |
| zuò cí : Medlocke, Rossington ... | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| 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, renegades... 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 | |
| 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, renegades... Oh | |
| They' re all 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, renegades... rebels on the run |