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Big Iron Lyrics By Marty Robbins

    to the town of agua fria
    rode a stranger one fine day
    hardly spoke to folks around him
    didn’t have too much to say
    no one dared to ask his business
    no one dared to make a slip
    the stranger there among them
    had a big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    it was early in the morning
    when he rode into the town
    he came riding from the south side
    slowly looking all around
    he’s an outlaw loose and running
    came the whisper from each lip
    and he’s here to do some business
    with the big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    in this town there lived an outlaw
    by the name of texas red
    many men had tried to take him
    and that many men were dead
    he was vicious and a killer
    though a youth of twentyfour
    and the notches on his pistol
    numbered one and nineteen more
    one and nineteen more

    4
    now the stranger started talking
    made it plain to folks around
    was an arizona ranger
    wouldn’t be too long in town
    he came here to take an outlaw
    back alive or maybe dead
    and he said it didn’t matter
    he was after texas red
    after texas red

    5
    wasn’t long before the story
    was relayed to texas red
    but the outlaw didn’t worry
    men that tried before were dead
    twenty men had tried to take him
    twenty men had made a slip
    twentyone would be the ranger
    with the big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    6
    the morning passed so quickly
    it was time for them to meet
    it was twenty past eleven
    when they walked out in the street
    folks were watching from the windows
    everybody held their breath
    they knew this handsome ranger
    was about to meet his death
    about to meet his death

    7
    there was forty feet between them
    when they stopped to make their play
    and the swiftness of the ranger
    is still talked about today
    texas red had not cleared leather
    ‘fore a bullet fairly ripped
    and the ranger’s aim was deadly
    with the big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    8
    it was over in a moment
    and the folks had gathered round
    there before them lay the body
    of the outlaw on the ground
    oh he might have went on livin’
    but he made one fatal slip
    when he tried to match the ranger
    with the big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    big iron big iron
    when he tried to match the ranger
    with the big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    Artist: Marty Robbins

    Year: 1960

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 225