Lyrics: Dimebag Darrell/Phil Anselmo/Rex Rocker/Vinnie Paul
Music: Dimebag Darrell/Phil Anselmo/Rex Brown/Vinnie Paul
Producer: Terry Date
Ooooh come on!
Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin' over this town
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the Cowboys From Hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the Cowboys From Hell
Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
'Cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can't lock me in your cage
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin' over this town
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the Cowboys From Hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the Cowboys From Hell
...Solo...
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the Cowboys From Hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the Cowboys From Hell
Step aside for the Cowboys From Hell
Co-Producer: Dimebag Darrell/Philip Anselmo/Rex "Rocker" Brown/Vinnie Paul
Audio Assistant: Matt Lane
Drums: Vinnie Paul
Bass Guitar: Rex "Rocker" Brown
Guitar: Dimebag Darrell
Vocals: Philip Anselmo