Come all you Texas Rangers, you may be, F C Bb C I'll you of some trouble that happened unto me. Bb F My name is nothing extra, so that I not tell, Bb C F Ab Bb C But here's to all good rangers, I'm sure I you well.
2: When at the age of sixteen I joined jolly band, We marched from San down to the Rio Grande. Our captain he us, perhaps he thought it right, "Before we reach the station, surely have to fight!"
3: I saw the smoke ascending, it seemed to the sky. The first thought then came to me, "My has come to die!" And when the bugles sounded, our captain command, "To arms, to arms," he shouted, "and by horses stand."
4: I saw the Indians coming, I heard awful yell. My feelings at the moment, no human an tell. I saw their glittering lances, their arrows me flew, Till all my strength had left me, and all my too.
5: We fought for five full before the strife was o'er. The likes of dead and wounded, never seen before. And the sun had risen, the Indians they had fled. We loaded up our rifles and up our dead.
6: Now all of us were wounded, our captain slain. And when the sun was shining the bloody plain, Six of the rangers that ever roamed the West, Were buried by their with arrows in the breasts.
7: Perhaps you a mother, likewise a sister too. Perhaps you a sweetheart, to weep and mourn for you. If be your position, although you'd like to roam, I'll tell you experience, you'd better stay at home.