| Long ago on the Texas Plains
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| Was a little town
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| That never changed
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| Until a man rode into town
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| A Ranger known for miles around
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| Well, he could keep the peace
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| Without a gun
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| From Abilene down to Galveston
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| When he rode by the general store
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| People crowded through the door
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| To see the legend and the man called McBride
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| In Iverson
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| Through the doors of the old hotel
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| A burnin' fire began to build
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| People screamin' for their lives
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| And the first one there was john McBride
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| And just as soon
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| As he stepped in
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| People saw the roof cave in
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| And everybody knew
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| That he would not survive
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| In Iverson
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| Than a lady right outside
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| Said her baby boy was trapped inside
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| But not a man would fight the flames
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| And she knew
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| That it would be too late
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| But through the smoke
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| And burnin flames
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| She heard her baby
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| Call her name
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| The boy appeared
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| But no one knew
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| Who saved his life
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| And when the boy grew old and gray
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| He spoke about that fateful day
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| And the man that saved his life
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| Texas Ranger, john McBride
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| In Iverson
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh, woh
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| And oh, woh woh
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| Still I travel far and wide
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| Yeah
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| To hear the legend of McBride. |
| YEAH |