text: His mother begged him to be a cattleman
  But he chose to wear the star his daddy wore
  God blessed him with a sharp eye and a quick hand
  Quicker than the man who shot his daddy to the floor
  Still she prayed and she pleaded
  But ranch work lacked the vengeance he needed
  He was cursed on his daddys dying day
  When a shot to the back laid him in six feet in a grave
  Chorus
  And he wears a star on his vest
  The only thing between a bullet and the heart in his chest
  Hell be a ranger till he takes his last draw
  He was born with the strong arm of the law
  He wore a colt 45 on his hip
  One notch short on the ivory grip
  Searching for the outlaw that broke his mommas heart
  Riding through the badlands from daylight to dark
  In a dirty back water border town
  Where the outlaw thought he could not be found
  He looked like hed seen a ghost when he saw the rangers face
  A legacy to the lawman he sent to his resting-place
  Chorus
  The outlaw had no place to run
  So he turned to the trigger on his gun
  As the smoke cleared blood stained the dusty street
  The outlaw lay dying at the rangers feet
  He sat in the saddle and shook his head
  His gun still hot and his father still dead
  As the sun set on the day hed waited so long for
  He saw justice belongs to the law but vengeance is the lords