Come all of you cowboys all over this land
I'll teach 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 roundup with me would she go
And she said she'd come with me to the cold roundup
And drink that hard liquor from a cold, bitter cup
And we started for the canyon in the fall of the year
Expecting to get there with a herd of fat steer
And the rustlers broke on us in the dead hours of night
She rose from her warm bed, a battle to fight
And she rose from her warm bed with a gun in each hand
Says, "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"