Six Guns and Silver Stars
Six guns blaring, outlaws glaring, as they ride into town
A band of men, tired and weary and just all worn down
There they are sitting high, as if they could reach the sky
They come from afar, to stop a band of thieves
Outlaws so bad, everyone is sad, for they have killed
More than a few innocent women and children that came into their view.
Those who were there, those who did care, tell what happened that day.
The band of men, though weary and down, brought every single one of them outlaws to the
ground.
These bands of men are still celebrated today, everyone has heard of these men all around.
For they are the Texas Rangers you see, courageous men, heroes most especially for me
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