Big Iron

Mike Ness

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    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
    For 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 town
    He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around
    "He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a 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 the 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 talkin' made it plain to folks around
    Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
    He came there to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
    And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red,
    after Texas Red

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    Wasn't long before this 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 past so quickly and it was time for them to meet
    It was twenty past eleven when they walked out on the street
    Folks were watchin' from their windows,
    every body held their breath,
    For they knew that 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 still talked about today
    Texas Red had not cleared leather when 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 livin' but he made one final slip
    When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
    big iron on his hip

    Big iron, big iron,
    He tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
    Big iron on his hip

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    Composición: Márcio Buzelin

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