Well, a man come on the 6 o'clock news

Said somebody's been shot, somebody's been abused

Somebody 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 'em high in the street

For all the people to see...

...That justice is the one thing you should always find

You gotta saddle up your boys; you got to draw a hard line

When the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune

And we'll all meet back at the local saloon

We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singin:

"Whiskey for my men; beer for my horses"

We've got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds

Too much corruption and crime in the streets

It's time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground

Send them 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 gotta saddle up your boys; you got to draw a hard line

When the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune

And we'll all meet back at the local saloon

We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singin:

"Whiskey for my men; beer for my horses"

Whiskey for my men; beer for my horses

You know justice is the one thing you should always find

You gotta saddle up your boys; you got to draw a hard line

When the gunsmoke settles, we'll sing a victory tune

And we'll all meet back at the local saloon

We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singin:

"Whiskey for my men; beer for my horses"

Singin, "Whiskey for my men; beer for my horses"