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