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
        C               .               Am              .
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
F               C   . .
Big iron on his hip

[Verse 2]
       C            .               Am            .    . .
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
        C               .                  .            Am    . .
He came riding from the south side, slowly looking all around
        F                .                 C                 .
He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip
         C               .                 Am              .
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
F               C   . . .
Big iron on his hip

[Verse 3]
        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
        C              .               Am               .    .
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more
F                C    . . .
One and nineteen more

[Verse 4]
        C                .                Am              Am    . .
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
          C       .                .              Am   . .
He 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
       C              .              Am          .
And he said it didn't matter, he was after Texas Red
F           C   . . .
After Texas Red

[Verse 5]
    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, everybody held their breath
     C                  .           Am               .     .
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
     F                C     . .
Was about to meet his death

[Verse 6]
          C            .                    Am                    .    . .
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
        C                .               .              Am  . .
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
      F                   .              C             .
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
        C                .               Am              .
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
    F               C   . .
The big iron on his hip

[Outro]
    F     .     C    .
Big iron,   big iron
        C                  .
When he tried to match the ranger
         Am              .
With the big iron on his hip
    F               C   . . .
The big iron on his hip