Ranger's Command

Ranger's Command - Woody Guthrie with his Guitar

Come all of you cowboys all over this land

I'll teach 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 roundup

With me would she go;

She said she'd go with me

To the cold roundup

And drink that hard liquor

From the cold bitter cup

We started for the canyon

In the fall of the year

Expecting to get there

With a herd of fat steer;

And the rustlers broke on us

In the dead hours of night;

She 'rose from her warm bed

A battle to fight

She 'rose from her warm bed

With a gun in each hand

Said: Come all of 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