Cowboy hat and neckerchief,
cap gun revolver at my side.
Injun brother, with his bow,
wood stick horses were our ride.
We kept the law in our backyard,
While learning to be friends.
Just like Tonto and the Ranger,
A friendship without ends.
While growing up we argued hard
like old west outlaws on the run.
But nowadays we’re marshals, true.
We’re brothers who have such fun.