Ranger's Command - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

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