To the town of Agua 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,
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big iron on his hip
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It was early in the morning when he rode into town
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He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around
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"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip
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"And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip,
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big iron on his hip"
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In the 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
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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 talkin' made it plain to folks around
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Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
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He came there to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
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And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red,
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after Texas Red
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Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas Red
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But the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were dead
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Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip,
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Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
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big iron on his hip
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The morning past so quickly and 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 watchin' from their windows,
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every body held their breath,
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For they knew that handsome ranger was about to meet his death,
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about to meet his death
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There was forty feet between them
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when they stopped to make their play
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And the swiftness of the Ranger 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,
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big iron on his hip
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It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'round
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There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
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Oh, he might have gone on livin' but he made one final slip
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When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
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big iron on his hip
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Big iron, big iron,
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He tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
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Big iron on his hip
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Big Iron
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Mike Ness |