When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride, we would ride
Little red cowboy boots, Little red cowboy hat
And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flies
Mamma would come out say it's time to come in
I ain't going nowhere mamma and don't ask me again
I was just an outlaw riding on the trail
Knocking over stagecoaches and riding on the rails
I'm gone to Gallywinter
Place where all the cowboys ride
Place where all the outlaws hide
Away from the men who want to
Kill them for what they've done
I'm gone to Gallywinter
I'm gone to Gallywinter
Sister would come out and say
"Where you going anyway?"
I'm going to Gallywinter and there ain't no girls allowed
I guess things are different now times have changed
A girl is nice to have with you while you're riding on the range
She can cook your breakfast and talk to you at night
You can argue about things you never thought you'd argue about in
Your whole life
Twenty five years older and Ranger ain't here no more
Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford
Baby said where you want to go I said
I don't know maybe Mexico
Anywhere that tequila flows is alright with me
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