~Well a man come on the six O'clock news
~Said somebody’s been shot, somebody’s been abused
~Somebbody blew up a building
~Somebody stole a car
~Somebody got away
~Somebody didn’t get too far yeah
~They didn’t get too far 

~Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son
~A man had to answer for the wicked that he done
~Take all the rope in Texas 
~Find a tall oak tree, 
~round up all of them bad boys
~Hang them high in the street 
~for all the people to see

~Justice is the one thing you should always find 
~You got to saddle up your boys
~You got to draw a hard line
~When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
~We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
~We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
~Singing whiskey for my men, 
~beer for my horses

~We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds
~We’ve got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets
~It’s time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground 
~Send ’em all to their maker and he’ll settle ’em down 
~You can bet he’ll set ’em down ’cause 

~Justice is the one thing you should always find 
~You got to saddle up your boys
~You got to draw a hard line
~When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
~We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
~We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
~Singing whiskey for my men, 
~beer for my horses
~Singing whiskey for my men, 
~beer for my horses

~Justice is the one thing you should always find 
~You got to saddle up your boys
~You got to draw a hard line
~When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
~We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
~We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
~Singing whiskey for my men, 
~beer for my horses
~Singing whiskey for my men, 
~beer for my horses