Riding into town with revenge on his mind
A friend from his past he knows he must find
Has an agenda he knows he must win
Two fisted fighter his soul filled with sin
God rest his soul for what will become
Has no remorse for what he has done
Can't change the past, the future is lost
The one he called friend must pay the cost
Guns in both hands he knows he can't lose
This is the life they both seemed to choose
A hate that is strong he must admit
What has begun; he knows he can't quit
When they were young a friendship they had
One turned to good and one turned to bad
Brothers by name and brothers by blood
That all would change for one hundred bucks
They knew that this day would finally come
One would soon find his death by the gun
Staring each down; both face to face
The blast of the guns; the end of the chase
Standing alone with tears in his eyes
Two fisted fighter has now realized
Vengeance is not what he thought it would be
The pain in his heart will never be free
