Texas Ranger

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Texas RangerI found that punk at some nudie bar in New OrleansWalked up with my Eastwood squint and Colt in my jeansThough my badge had no bite outside the Lone Star stateI wanted the man who killed a Quik-Stop clerk with a .38He saw my starched shirt, white Stetson n bolo tieMy badge was in my pocket but he still knew that IWas a Texas Ranger, steely as a Bowie knifeI track ‘em down and bring ‘em in dead or aliveNo stranger to danger I ride alone with justice in my bonesCos I’m a Texas RangerIt was a long night list’ning to him in my back seatBraggin’ how his sheister’d get him back on the streetThough my boss didn’t buy that he went for my gunI knew if that punk made bail he woulda runMy boss thought my bullet fit that killer’s crimeSo he took me at my word cos he knows that I’mA Texas Ranger, steely as a Bowie knifeI track ‘em down and bring ‘em in dead or aliveNo stranger to danger I ride alone with justice in my bonesCos I’m a Texas Ranger©2007 Robert George