From out of the dust, came a man true and bold
Champion of the fandango
By night he drank whiskey, by day killed bad men
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 heart, steel in his claw
He pumped their heads all full of lead and Rango.
Rango...
Rango...
Rango...
Rango...
Rango!
A ladies man indeed from his head down to his knees
Rango was doing the tango,
But in came bad Bill from his hide out on the hill
With a notion to kill Rango.
Now Rango he is gone but his legend still lives on in the
Brothels and saloons of Durango.
He lived as he died,
A six gun at his side
And all the ladies cried for Rango.