With a six-gun at his side, champion of the fandango
Rango was doing the tango, with iron in his heart Los, he lived as he died
Champion of the fandango, by night he drank whiskey
Rango was doing the tango, steel in his claw
with iron in his heart
by night he drank whiskey
rango was doing the tango
With a notion to kill, and all the ladies cried out for rango
He lived as he died, from out the dust Theme, with iron in his heart
He lived as he died, the people hailed his name
but in came bad bill from his hideout on the hill
Came a man true and bold, by day killed bad man
He lived as he died, comin down the mountainside Rango, and of his legend they sango
from his head down to his knees
rango was doing the tango
Rango was doing the tango, in the brothels and saloon of durango, by day killed bad man
and the townspeople knew him as rango
By night he drank whiskey, he pumped their heads all full of lead
by day killed bad man
With a six-gun at his side, rango was doing the tango
Steel in his claw, champion of the fandango
the people hailed his name
I was thinking about how much Mexico and the US are interwoven. I know that the cowboy culture certainly derived from the Mexican vaqueros as did the Pañiolos of Hawaii, but the rhythms of this song shares the same romance of the music south of the border. I find it hard to understand why all the bad feelings exist between two people who share so much, and have so many ties.
From out the dust, came a man true and bold
Champion of the fandango
By night he drank whiskey,by day killed bad man
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
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Now rango he is gone but his legend still lives on in the
Brothels and saloon of durango
He lived as he died
A six gun at his side
And all the ladies cried for rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
Rango
(Rango, Rango)
I remember seing this as a kid and i wished i appreciated this masterpiece more its filled with so much creativity and genuine care we didn't appreciate that as much back than and now its too late