Saddle up and grind, down that plain
Iron on my side, it's got your name
Leather'd skin on 7 men
We fill our packs and ride
Spurs dig in and the horses rear
That Tennessee battle cry
Lead sky, today's yo day
South side, It's face to face
Can you pull that trigger son
With bloodshot in your eyes
The smell of powder burns your nose
As freedom lights the sky, when we ride
Saddle Up, Load Em Up, Light Em Up, Round Em Up
The town's on fire, and .45's reign
Dead or alive, they got no shame
We draw down on this one horse town
And bullets start to fly
Coward's run and some get gunned
The town folk will survive, when we ride
Saddle Up, Load Em Up, Light Em Up, Round Em Up
Let's Ride...