Going back to

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