Big Iron

Kingfish

(Robbins)

 Last Updated 06/01/96

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Dm   A   Dm

       F                                         Dm
To the town of Agua Fria (ah-wha free-ah) rode a stranger one fine day
       F                                 [F]      [E]     Dm
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn’t have too much to say,
       Bb                                F
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
                                    Dm                   Bb              F
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 the 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 a big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip"

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 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 Arizona ranger, wouldn’t be too long in town
He was here 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

Wasn’t long before this story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn’t worry, men who 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

Now the morning past so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street
Folks were watchin’ from their windows, every body held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, about to meet his death

There was twenty 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 crowd all gathered ‘round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on livin’ 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

    Bb        F
Big iron, big iron,
                                         Dm
Oh he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Bb              F
Big iron on his hip

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Ed Bick's Tab Archive, 1997