Stuck in jail, waiting for a moment, waiting for the brothers to come.

Someone walks up, Carver, now he's steady as the beat of a drum.

They are five gunmen coming home.

If I get a man coming home

Empty streets, but everybody's watching and knocking on a sheriff's door.

The sheriff tries to reach his Smith Wesson, but he only reaches the floor.

There are five gunmen coming home.

Yeah, I've got a man coming home.

I'm hanging out of town.

Like a hurricane, we're riding south.

Once again, we run the run.

Brothers of love, under the sun.

Paper Pie, I've got a man coming home.

Now we're seven gunmen on the run.

They were five gunmen coming home.

Now we're seven gunmen on the run.