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