Well, Big Jim came a calling
Said there's going to be a raid
"My boys get dressed to kill", he said
"And don't you be afraid"
Old Jobo was ready to tie it up
With their rifles in their hands
When we started out
We got so scared
We didn't hardly stand
Walk right back
Walk right back
Walk right back
Oh, let it roll
Well, as we turned the corner
I heard a shotgun sound
I thought my time was coming
But old Jobo hit the ground
In thought of us were fifteen
Of the meanest looking man
As we walked on I realised
Our number is only ten
Walk right back
Walk right back
Walk right back
Oh, let it roll
Let it roll
Ooh, yeah
Now the next thing I remember
Big Jim let out a roar
He shouted, "Come on, boys
Let's go and even up the score"
Little Brad scored eleven deaths
It was one of mighty fights
We stood and watched them as they fled
Disappearing through the night
Oh, I can go
Walk right back
Walk right back
Walk right back
Oh, let it roll
Oh, let it roll
Walk right back
Walk right back
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back