Letras
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, her name I don't know
I asked her to the roundup with me would she go?
She said she'd go with me to the cold roundup
And drink that hard liquor from a cold bitter cup
We started for the roundup 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 of 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"