Here's a ranger song:

THE BALLAD OF BIGFOOT WALLACE


Gather all ye people, a story I will tell,
About a famous ranger, in Texas he did dwell.
Called Bigfoot Wallace to the end of his life,
He loved women and children, but never had a wife.

Bigfoot came to Texas in old republic days,
And with his trusty rifle served in many ways.
In every little skirmish and bloody battle ground,
There never was a tougher ranger found.

Riding into Austin in eighteen-thirty-nine,
Here he found a name, no one could malign.
Mistaken for an Indian in a dawn attack,
He took the chief's name and never gave it back.

Texas was invaded in eighteen-forty-two,
So Bigfoot joined the rangers to get a better view.
They had a little battle east of San Antone,
Rangers sent that army running for its home.

Craving Texas vengence for the invasion slight,
Rangers rode to Mier to give 'em another fight.
Captured and sentenced according to the law,
From a jar of beans all were forced to draw.

Bigfoot drew a white, while others drew the blacks,
They had another reason with the rifle cracks.
Swearing vows of vengence for the martyred few,
This execution, their guards would one day rue.

Freed from Perote Castle in eighteen-forty-four,
Bigfoot and the rangers, now heroes of Texas lore.
Returning to their families and their hard fought lands,
Bigfoot and the Texans joined new ranger bands.

The message of this story is very clear to me,
Whether you're a ranger or a wannabe.
Rangers are tough and rangers are true,
But Bigfoot was the toughest Texas ever knew.