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To the town of |
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Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day |
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Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say, |
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No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip |
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For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip |
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It was early in the morning when he rode into town |
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He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around "He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip "And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip" |
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In the town there lived an outlaw by the name of |
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Texas Red |
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Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead |
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He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four |
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And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more, one and nineteen more |
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Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around |
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Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town |
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He came there to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead |
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And he said it didn't matter that he was after |
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Texas Red, after |
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Texas Red |
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Wasn't long before this story was relayed to |
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Texas Red |
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But the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were dead |
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Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip, |
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Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip |
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The morning past so quickly and it was time for them to meet |
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It was twenty past eleven when they walked out on the street |
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Folks were watchin' from their windows, every body held their breath, |
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For they knew that handsome ranger was about to meet his death, about to meet his death |
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There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play |
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And the swiftness of the |
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Ranger still talked about today |
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Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped |
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And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip |
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It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'round |
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There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground |
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Oh, he might have gone on livin' but he made one final slip |
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When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip |
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Big iron, big iron, |
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He tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, |
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Big iron on his hip |
