Round Up The Horses - Orange Goblin

Twelve men ride out from the mountain today

Hell bent on destruction and they’re heading your way

Find me a posse of twelve brave men

Tell 'em not to expect to come 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 blood runs free

A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun

A 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

We come around from the east and cut 'em off at the cross

With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost

A 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