Long ago on the Texas Plains
Was a little town
That never changed
Until a man rode into town,
A Ranger known for miles around
Well, he could keep the peace
Without a gun
From Abilene down to Galveston
When he rode by the general store
People crowded through the door
To see the legend and the man called McBride,
And oh, woh, woh,
And oh, woh, woh,
And oh, woh, woh