Way out in the west
there was this young ranger.
Who as it did happen
would always find the danger.
With his gun on his hip
and badge on his chest.
Seemed he was the one
who always made the arrest.
But when the call came
for a show down of skill.
The ranger kept winning
and made a fast kill.
His legend kept growing
his name became feared.
With the speed of his gun
it made him revered.
The taming of the west
was really quite a job.
And he had to watch out
for outlaws in a mob.
But the ranger was schooled
to stay away from the traps.
And to make sure
his defence didn't collapse.
The ranger was the law
in this old untamed land.
This land that's so wide
just north of the Rio Grande.
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