Round Up The Horses (Live)

Let's round up the horses
Bang your head

12 men ride out from the mountain today
Hell-bent on destruction and they're heading your way
Find me a posse of 12 brave men
Tell 'em not to expect to come home again

Don't spare the guns 'cause they ain't moving too slow

Round up the horses and let's go

I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed
Heading down to the canyon where the blood runs free
A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun
A gunshot rings out and the battle's begun
Come on

Don't spare the guns 'cause they ain't moving too slow

Round up the horses, let's go

We come around from the east and, 'em off at the cross
With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost
Alright, Chris Turner on drums, everybody

A red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain
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, let's go
Round up the horses, let's go
Round up the horses, let's go
Round up the horses, let's go
Let's go, motherfuckers
Come on

Thank you very much, everybody
You guys are fuckin' awesome
You know, you guys are being filmed for a DVD tonight
Where's the fuckin' camera, film these guys
Make some fucking noise for a camera, come on
Alright

We've played a few other songs that fit the live set
For the last over six months and they seem to sound really well
And I think the other stuff we can play off the album
I mean, I actually can't think of the song that we couldn't play live