Twelve men ride out from the mountain today  [bad word] bent on [bad word] and they're heading your way 
Find me a posse of twelve brave men 
Tell 'em not to expect [bad word] home again 

Dont spare the guns cos they ain't movin too slow 
Round up the horses and lets go 

I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed 
Heading down to the canyon where the [bad word] free 
dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun 
gunshot rings out and the battle's begun 

Dont spare the guns cos they ain't movin too slow 
Round up the horses and lets go 
 [bad word] around from the east and cut 'em off at the cross 
With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost 

red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain 
With bullets flyin' around the bodies fall like rain 
Last man standing I know, with cordite filling my nose 
Gotta saddle up my horse, and head to Mexico 

Round up the horses and lets go 
Round up the horses and lets go 
Round up the horses and lets go 
Round up the horses and lets go