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