Ranger's Command Lyrics
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