Round Up The Horses (Live At Bloodstock Open Air Festival / 2012)

Thank you so much, everybody

I said on last ride to round up the horses

Alright, Bloodstock

I think you guys know what to do

Lose your mind

12 men ride out from the mountain today

Hell-bent on destruction and they're heading your way

Find me a posse of 12 brave men

Tell 'em not to expect to come home again

Don't spare the guns 'cause they ain't movin' too slow

Round up the horses, let's go

Yeah

I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed

Heading down to the canyon where the blood runs free

A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun

A gunshot rings out and the battle's begun

Don't spare the guns 'cause they ain't movin' too slow

Round up the horses and let's go

Yeah

We come around from the east and cut 'em off at the cross

With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost

A red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain

Bullets flyin' around, the bodies fall like rain

Last man standing I know, with cordite filling my nose

Gotta saddle up my horse and head to Mexico

Round up the horses, let's go

Round up the horses, let's go

Round up the horses, let's go

Round up the horses, let's go

Alright

Thank you

Thank you so much, everybody