Big Iron - Geoff Castellucci
Composed by：Marty Robbins
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
Well 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
Well it was early in the morning
When he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side
Slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running
Came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
He's a stranger that rode into town one day
Here to do some business then be on his way
In this 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 24
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more
One and 19 more
Now the stranger started talking
Made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Like the dust that's blowin' through this border town
He will chase the storm and take old Texas down
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry
Men that tried before were dead
20 men had tried to take him
20 men had made a slip
21 would be the ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Now the morning passed so quickly
It was time for them to meet
It was 20 past 11:00
When they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows
Everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger
Was about to meet his death
'Bout to meet his death
There was 40 feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger
Is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather 'fore
A bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
He's a stranger that rude into town one day
Here to do some business then be on his way
Big iron
Ridin' hell for leather midnight to the dawn
He will keep on rolling 'till his life is gone
It was over in a moment
And the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body
Of the outlaw on the ground
Well he might have gone on living
But he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
