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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 them not to expect
To come home again
Don't spare the guns
'Cos 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
Don't spare the guns
'Cos they ain't moving too slow
Round up the horses and let's go
We come around from the east
And cut them 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 let's go
Round up the horses and let's go
Round up the horses and let's go
Round up the horses and let's go
