Ranger's Command

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

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

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

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