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