Come all of you cowboys all over this land
I`ll sing you the law of the Ranger`s command.
To hold a six-shooter and never to run
As long as there`s bullets in both of your guns.
I met a fair maiden whose name I don`t know
I asked her to the round-up with me would she go.
She said she`d go with me to the cold round-up
And drink that hard liquor from a cold bitter cup.
We started for the round-up in the fall of the year
Expecting to get there with a herd of fat steer.
When the rustlers broke on us in the dead hour of night
She rose from her warm bed a battle to fight.
She rose from her warm bed with a gun in each hand
Saying, "Come all you cowboys, and fight for your land."
Come all of you cowboys, and don`t ever run
As long as there`s bullets in both of your guns.
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