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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. |