Come all of you cowboys all over this land,
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I'll teach you the law of the Ranger's Command:
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To hold a six shooter, and never to run
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As long as there's bullets in both of your guns.
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I met a fair maiden whose name I don't know;
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I asked her to the roundup with me would she go;
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She said she'd go with me to the cold roundup,
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And drink that hard liquor from the cold, bitter cup.
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We started for the canyon in the fall of the year
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Expecting to get there with a herd of fat steer;
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And the rustlers broke on us in the dead hours of night;
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She 'rose from her warm bed, a battle to fight.
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She 'rose from her warm bed with a gun in each hand,
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Said: Come all of you cowboys and fight for your land,
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Come all of you cowboys and don't ever run
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As long as there's bullets in both of your guns.
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The Ranger's Command
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| Woody Guthrie |
