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Come all of you cowboys all over this land |
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I'll sing 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 round-up with me would she go. |
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She said she'd go with me to the cold round-up |
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And drink that hard liquor from a cold bitter cup. |
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We started for the round-up in the fall of the year |
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Expecting to get there with a herd of fat steer. |
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When the rustlers broke on us in the dead hour 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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Saying, "Come all 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. |
