Blazing Saddles - Frankie Laine

He rode a blazing saddle

He wore a shining star

His job to offer battle

To bad men near and far

He conquered fear and he conquered hate

He turned our night into day

He made his blazing saddle

A torch to light the way

When outlaws ruled the West

And fear filled the land

A cry went up for a man with guts

To take the West in hand

They needed a man who was brave and true

With justice for all as his aim

Then out of the sun rode a man with a gun

And Bart was his name, yes Bart was his name