Big Iron

<p>To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day<br/>Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn&#x27;t have too much to say<br/>No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip<br/>For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip<br/>Big iron on his hip<br/><br/>It was early in the morning when he rode into the town<br/>He came ridin&#x27; from the south side, slowly lookin&#x27; all around<br/>He&#x27;s an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip<br/>And he&#x27;s here to do some business with the big iron on his hip<br/>Big iron on his hip<br/><br/>In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red<br/>Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead<br/>He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty-four<br/>And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more<br/>One and nineteen more<br/>Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around<br/>He was an Arizona Ranger, wouldn&#x27;t be too long in town<br/>He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead<br/>And he said it didn&#x27;t matter, he was after Texas Red<br/>After Texas Red<br/><br/>The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet<br/>It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street<br/>Folks were watching from their windows, everybody held their breath<br/>They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death<br/>Was about to meet his death<br/><br/>There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play<br/>And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today<br/>Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped<br/>And the ranger&#x27;s aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip<br/>The big iron on his hip<br/><br/>Big iron, big iron<br/>When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip<br/>The big iron on his hip