Lone Ranger

He was a true cowboy from the far far west

With a gun in his hips and a star in his chest

He wore a big brown hat and a rusty belt

Sleight leather boots and a black cotton vest

He was the law, the chief of the place

But everybody knows the crime doesn't rest

He always said he was doing his best

But it is hard to live in this viper's nest

Many gunslinger in a deep place

So you got to do well if you want to have a chance

Drinking whisky and playing cards

In a big old saloon he used to pass the days

Sometimes blue and sometimes grey

You had no clue he would put you in jail

He was the law, he was the law

He was the law, lone ranger

Someday a bunch of evil men came

Best known as the Crain's six band

They were experts in causing pain

Killing people and robbing banks

These extremely dangerous armed criminals

Angry beasts, bloodthirst animals

Anyway, it meant troubles in the wild wild west

Sheriff did his best and faced them

Crain was with his band awaiting him

Shots begun, a rain of plumb

Many Crain's men dead by the sheriff's hand

Suddenly the village turned into no man's land

Too much for a man, so the sheriff ran

He was the law, he was the law

He was the law, lone ranger

Lone ranger, lone ranger

Lone ranger, living in danger

Lone ranger, sought by stranger