Big Iron

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

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

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

hip
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Big iron on his hip

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In this town there lived an outlaw 
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by the name of Texas Red
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Many men had tried to take him and 
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that many men were dead
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He was vicious and a killer though 
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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 
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made it plain to folks around
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He was an Arizona Ranger wouldn't 
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be too long in town
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He came here to take an outlaw back
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 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 
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was time for them to meet
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It was twenty past eleven when they
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 walked out on the street
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Folks were watching from their 
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windows everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was 
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about to meet his death
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Was about to meet his death

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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 
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still talked about today
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Texas Red had not cleared leather 
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when a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with
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 the big iron on his hip
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the Big iron on his hip

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

hip
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Big iron on his hip

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