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