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