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"