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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

"Big Iron" - by Marty Robbins

Marty Robbins



Marty Robbins (1925-1982)
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"Big Iron"
 




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 lookin' 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 twenty-four,
And the notches on his pistol
Numbered one and nineteen more.
One and nineteen more.

Now the stranger started talking,
Made it plain to folks around.
He 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.

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.
Twenty-one would be the ranger
With the big iron on his hip.
Big iron on his hip.

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.

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.

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 gone on living
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.
 
 

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