From out the dust, came a man true and Champion of the fandango By night he drank whiskey,by killed bad man And the townspeople knew him as Rango.
Comin'down the mountainside the people hailed his name And of his legend they sango With iron in his steel in his claw He pumped their heads all full of lead Rango
Rango........... Rango........... Rango........... Rango........... RANGO
A ladies man from his head down to his knees Rango was doing the tango But in came Bill from his hide out on the hill With a notion to kill Rango.
Rango........... Rango........... Rango........... Rango........... RANGO
Now Rango he gone but his legend still lives on In the brothels and of Durango He lived as he died A six gun at his side all the ladies cried for Rango
Rango........... Rango........... Rango........... Rango........... RANGO (Rango,Rango...)