Four guns west, this is not a testnA hawk is about to flynSan Diego, L.A., San Francisco yesterdaynRocking up pacific timenRode into town and loose with a soundnThere's no doubt who's the bestnHigh noon came on the trail againnFastest guns in the westnBook 'em babynnNo absence of malicenWe rode into DallasnOur chambermaids didn't objectnBut the ladies in Austin, lord it was exhaustingnRunning with us neck and necknWe had 'em in rage, we blew them off the stagenIn Wichita Falls next nightnWe thought we conquered We camenTexas won't be the samenFour guns are our midnightnHere they comennGive 'er the guns!nnEast we ride, wanted dead or alivenIn Tampa Bay, the stage was setnWe had to make bail to spring the gang out of jailnManatee county can't forgetnTake your pistol off the wallnAnd heed the twilight callnCincinnati is under attacknThere's blood on the walls, cops in the hallsnSee you when we get backnGolden gate bridgenNow hold on!