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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 From Letras Mania