verse 1 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 verse 2 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 verse 3 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 verse 4 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