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