The Devil is a rustler and many are his men, who ride the plains and valleys, branding souls with death and sin. If you're a Christian cowboy, saddle up God's Word, and save a soul that's headin' toward the devil's herd.
Swing in to the saddle, Christian cowboy, Start ridin', ridin' hard. Search the canyons of sin for the souls of men Bring in the strays for the Lord.
What outfit do you ride for?
Are you the devil's hand? Or is the Lord your foreman
and the rugged cross your brand? Is hell your destination
or heaven your reward? You're workin' for the Devil
or you're workin' for the Lord.
Swing in to the saddle, Christian cowboy, Start riddin', ridin' hard. Search the canyons of sin for the souls of men; Bring in the strays for the Lord.
And when the roundup's over
and payday rolls around,
when all the strays are branded,
and when all the lost are found,
we'll check the range up yonder
in valleys green and wide.
You'll never make it, cowboy,
unless you up and ride.
Swing in to the saddle, Christian cowboy, Start riddin', ridin' hard. Search the canyons of sin for the souls of men Bring in the strays for the Lord.
Bring in the strays for the Lord.
Bring in the strays for the Lord.
Bring 'em in, cowboy.

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