Big Iron

[Intro] Am  Em  Am

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To the town of Aqua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
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Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
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No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
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For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
F               C
Big iron on his hip

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It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
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He came riding from the southside slowly looking all around
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He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each

lip
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And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his

hip
F               C
Big iron on his hip

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In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
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Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
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He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four

And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more
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One and nineteen more

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Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
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He was an Arizona Ranger wouldn't be too long in town
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He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead                                         
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And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
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After Texas Red
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The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
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It was twenty past eleven when they walked out on the street
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Folks were watching from their windows everybody held their breath
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They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
      F                 C
Was about to meet his death

           C
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their
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play
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And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
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Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
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And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
     F               C
the Big iron on his hip

F            C
Big iron Big iron
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When he tried to match the ranger with the Big iron on his

hip
F               C
Big iron on his hip

[Final] C  Am