Lyrics

Charles Young's got a government star since the Buffalo hills say's "His gun's too cold."
Riding west with a bullet in his chest keeps him young but the war made his soul grow old.

He'll be coming for you. He'll be gunning for you.
Hearts beating to the rhythm of the war drum.
Oh, tying nooses at the gallows, checking names off the docket.
Oh, I got a letter from the man and a bullet with your name on it.

Old Charles got a fist made of steal that he forged from the chains that his fathers wore.
Seven Spencer rounds putting bodies in the ground,
Contract's signed and he's back for more.