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