| They call me the yodeling ranger
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| My badge is solid gold
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| I rove the land by the Old Rio Grande
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| And belong to that ranger fold
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| When we are roving together
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| Beneath the bright Texas moon
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| I pillow my head on a desert sand-bed
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| And yodel this old ranger tune
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| I sing when I am in danger
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| Trust in my trigger hand
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| My heart is light as I ride thru the night
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| I belong to that old ranger band
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| There’s no place where I’m a stranger
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| And I’m never lonely long
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| Wherever we are I have my old guitar
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| And yodel this old ranger song |