Well a man come on the 6 oclock news Said somebodys been shot, somebodys 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 them high in the street for all the people to see That 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 well sing a victory tune Well all meet back at the local saloon Well raise up our glasses against evil forces Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds Weve 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 hell settle em down You can bet hell 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 well sing a victory tune Well all meet back at the local saloon Well raise up our glasses against evil forces 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 well sing a victory tune Well all meet back at the local saloon Well raise up our glasses against evil forces Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses