Old Friends

Old friends deliver

Good friends deliver

This ain't the first time

Now it's your turn

You lost a lover

I found you another

I lost a brother

Some never learn

Some never learn

We broke an old law

We drew the short straw

That clown in Cheyenne

He pulled a gun and died

He died

There's killers in Chicago

You might need revenge

I know you're wanting

Ain't we good friends?

Ain't we good friends?

I want him to suffer

I want it on my conscience

Before you trip the trigger

Tell him you were sent by me

You're killing him for me

Please make him beg some

And when the deed's done

Pick up the payphone

You know I'll be home

Alone

Old friends deliver

Good friends deliver

Might be the last time

Some never learn

Some never learn

Old friends

Old friends

Old friends

Old friends deliver

Good friends

Old friends

Good friends deliver

Old friends