Going back to, going back to that old town, where you was, where you is, where you left, and where you stand
Going back to, going back to that motel where you slept, where you ate, and where you drank
Going back to, going back to that farm where you spent one cold, and one lonely lonely night
johnny pulled out his rifle with his left hand
billy took a swing, his luck be damned
landed with a thud on the back of his head
a red cloud of smoke signaled the end
Going back to, going back to that old town, where you was, where you is, where you left, and where you stand