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To the town of 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 'em had a big iron on his hip |
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Big iron on his hip |
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It was early in the mornin' when he rode into town |
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He came ridin' from the south side, slowly lookin' all around |
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"He's an outlaw, loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip |
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"He's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip |
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Big iron on his hip" |
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In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of 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 |
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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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Said it didn't matter, he was after Texas Red, after Texas Red |
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Wasn't long before this story was relayed to 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 |
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Big iron on his hip |
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The mornin' past so quickly, it was time for them to meet |
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It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street |
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Folks were watchin' from their windows, every body held their breath |
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They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death |
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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 Ranger is still talked about today |
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Texas Red had not cleared leather for a bullet fairly ripped |
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And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip |
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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 fatal slip |
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When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip |
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Big iron on his hip |
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Big iron, big iron |
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When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip |
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Big iron on his hip |
