| He was a small man but this man was all man
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| He was accustomed to danger
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| He knew the badlands, he knew every bad man
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| This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger
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| Into the township of Pecos he rode
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| Everyone noticed this stranger
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| Plainly it showed in the way that he rode in This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger
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| Everyone watched as he climbed from his horse and walked by Every eye dropped to the gun hanging low on his side
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| The silence was broken, the ranger had spoken
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| And these were his words
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| I’ve trailed an outlaw for thirty-six days
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| I’m twenty hours behind him
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| He’s here in town so I’ll just be around
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| Long as it takes me to find him, find him, find him
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| Slowly he turned and he looked down the street
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| Then he looked back to the crowd
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| Somethin’about him left no room to doubt
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| He spoke very little but loud, but loud, but loud
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| If it is pity you have for my size
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| Save it don’t waste it, my friend
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| This equalizer I have on my hip
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| Makes me as big as the next man, next man, next man
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| Then from a door came a curse and they knew at a glance
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| The outlaw had stepped to the street to begin his advance
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| Women grabbed children, men grabbed their wives
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| And thay ran from the street
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| Even the soft, gentle breeze became still
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| Death had a minute to wait
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| Two hands would dive for a Colt forty-five
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| One hand would come up too late, too late, too late
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| «Go for your gun», was the outlaw’s remark
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| «Tomorrow you’ll sleep neath the stone.»
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| The ranger replied, «There'll be plenty of time
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| After you go for your own, your own, your own.»
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| All of a sudden it happened
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| Both of then grabbed for a gun
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| Both clearing leather, both fired together
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| Everyone thought it was one gun, one gun, one gun
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| A forty-five slug hit the outlaw and spun him around
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| His life was over, he died on his way to the ground
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| To our surprise we watched as the ranger
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| Took one faltering step
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| Slowly he crumbled and fell to the ground
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| A bullet was deep in his side
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| He looked all around but he spoke not a word
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| A faint little smile and he died, he died, he died
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| He was a small man but this man was all man
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| He was accustomed to danger
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| He knew the badlands, he knew every bad man
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| This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger |