Pat Travers Follow

With our 45's burning in our hands, we rode for broke throughout those mountain lands to stake a claim.
And as the sunlight scorched our bodies brown, we swore to heaven up and down that they'd learn our names. And our guns someday.
We were bound to get our way.

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Stand up cowboy, come on stand up.
Stand up cowboy, stand up stand up.

About a fortnight's ride out of Santa Fe, Billy Boy and me we shouted, "Holiday!" We raised some hell. Yeah we sure did. Well we stuffed and stoved 'em in Stone Blind. Swept away the pretty women kind that would never tell. Lies don't get around, when you're lying six feet down.

(Chorus twice) Stand up!

I don't believe you just emptied out your gun. Billy Boy first time I think we gotta' run. Come on Billy man what you done to me. We're in some trouble boy and now you want to know, can it be can it be can it be can it be. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Come on stand up.

Well it was deep in the night, good folks. Cashin' in our chips. When they caught up with us. Well my buddy turned and he said out loud he was sorry but he was proud to have been a part of this. Then he stood and yelled, "You have me boys." I took my stand, I made some noise. I lived and I died. By my own choice.

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