Cowboys and Indians hot on my trail
out on the high Western plains
Riding the Pony Express with the mail
’til mama called me away
back in the Lone Ranger days

My little brother took over the route
My cap guns and hobby horse reins
He was just five when I went off to school
and that’s where he stayed
back in the Lone Ranger days

And the neighbor kids laughed at him
They called him strange
His body grew older
but he never changed
I went to college and married one day,
but he and his rocking horse ride never changed
back in the Lone Ranger days

We got a letter from home yesterday
With his favorite crayon, he’d painted his name
Mom’s not that old, still she’s turning grey
but he and his buckaroo chaps never change
He’s back in the Lone Ranger days
Hi-O Silver, away

And the neighbor kids laughed at him
They called him strange
His body grew older
but he never changed
I went to college and married one day,
but he and his rocking horse ride never changed
back in the Lone Ranger days

Kent Robbins was a wonderful songwriter who died tragically young. A friend of his had a little brother who had Down’s Syndrome, and told him the following story: one day they were sitting in their parent’s new car and his little brother was playing with the dashboard buttons. He saw the one marked “Climate Control” and asked what it did. When he was told that it controlled the temperature, he looked up in surprise and said very seriously “Oh no. That’s not right. Only God can control the weather.” We wrote this song for him.