When I was a kid I had a rockin´ horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we´d ride we´d ride
Little red cowboy boots, little red cowboy hat
And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flys
Mama would come out & say it is time to come in
I said I aint going nowhere mama, don´t ask me again
I was just an outlaw riding on the trail
Knocking over stage coaches riding on the rails
I am gonna
GalleywinterA place where all the cowboys ride
The place where all the outlaws hide
Away from the men who wanna kill them for what they done
I am gonna
GalleywinterI am gonna
GalleywinterMy sister´d come out & say
Where are you going anyway?
I am gonna
Galleywinter & there aint no girls allowed
I guess things are different now
Times have changed
A girl is nice to have with you when you are riding on the range
She can make you breakfast, talk to you at night
You can argue about things
you never thought you would argue about in your whole life
Twenty-five yeahrs older
Ranger aint here no more
Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford
Baby say where you wanna go
I said I do not know maybe Mexico
Anywhere where tequila flows is all right with me
yea
I am gonna
GalleywinterA place where all the outlaws hide
A place where all the cowgirls ride
You know that it is all right with me
I am gonna
GalleywinterI am gonna
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