Marty Robbins - Ballad Of A Small Man lyrics

rate me

He was a small man but this man was all man<br />

He was accustomed to danger<br />

He knew the badlands, he knew every bad man<br />

This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger<br />

<br />

Into the township of Pecos he rode<br />

Everyone noticed this stranger<br />

Plainly it showed in the way that he rode in<br />

This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger<br />

<br />

Everyone watched as he climbed from his horse and walked by<br />

Every eye dropped to the gun hanging low on his side<br />

The silence was broken, the ranger had spoken<br />

And these were his words<br />

<br />

I've trailed an outlaw for thirty-six days<br />

I'm twenty hours behind him<br />

He's here in town so I'll just be around<br />

Long as it takes me to find him, find him, find him<br />

<br />

Slowly he turned and he looked down the street<br />

Then he looked back to the crowd<br />

Somethin' about him left no room to doubt<br />

He spoke very little but loud, but loud, but loud<br />

<br />

If it is pity you have for my size<br />

Save it don't waste it, my friend<br />

This equalizer I have on my hip<br />

Makes me as big as the next man, next man, next man<br />

<br />

Then from a door came a curse and they knew at a glance<br />

The outlaw had stepped to the street to begin his advance<br />

Women grabbed children, men grabbed their wives<br />

And thay ran from the street<br />

<br />

Even the soft, gentle breeze became still<br />

Death had a minute to wait<br />

Two hands would dive for a Colt forty-five<br />

One hand would come up too late, too late, too late<br />

<br />

"Go for your gun", was the outlaw's remark<br />

"Tomorrow you'll sleep neath the stone."<br />

The ranger replied, "There'll be plenty of time<br />

After you go for your own, your own, your own."<br />

<br />

All of a sudden it happened<br />

Both of then grabbed for a gun<br />

Both clearing leather, both fired together<br />

Everyone thought it was one gun, one gun, one gun<br />

<br />

A forty-five slug hit the outlaw and spun him around<br />

His life was over, he died on his way to the ground<br />

To our surprise we watched as the ranger<br />

Took one faltering step<br />

<br />

Slowly he crumbled and fell to the ground<br />

A bullet was deep in his side<br />

He looked all around but he spoke not a word<br />

A faint little smile and he died, he died, he died<br />

<br />

He was a small man but this man was all man<br />

He was accustomed to danger<br />

He knew the badlands, he knew every bad man<br />

This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger