Big Iron --- Marty Robbins
To the
[Em]town
of Agua [G]Fria
rode a stranger one fine [Em]day.
Hardly
[G]spoke
to folks around him -- didn’t have too much to
[Em]say.
No one
[C]dared
to ask his business, no one [G]dared
to make a slip
For the
stranger there amongst them had a [Em]Big
Iron on his hip.
[C]Big
Iron on his [Em]hip.
Ait was
[Em]early
in the [G]morning
when he rode into the [Em]town.
He came
[G]riding
from the South side, slowly looking all a-[Em]round.
“He’s an
[C]outlaw
loose and running” came the [G]whisper
from each lip,
And he’s
here to do some business with the [Em]Big
Iron on his hip
[C]Big
Iron on his [G]hip.
In this
[Em]town
there lived an [G]outlaw
by the name of Texas [Em]Red.
Many
[G]men
had tried to take him and that many men were
[Em]dead.
He was
[C]vicious
and a killer, though a [G]youth
of twenty-four.
And the
notches on his pistol numbered [Em]one
and nineteen more.
[C]One
and nineteen [Em]more.
Now the
[Em]stranger
started [G]talking
– made it plain to folks a-[Em]round,
Was an
[G]Arizona
Ranger – wouldn’t be too long in [Em]town.
He came
[C]here
to take an outlaw back a-[G]live
or maybe dead
And he
said it didn’t matter; he was [Em]after
Texas Red.
[C]After
Texas [Em]Red.
Wasn’t
[Em]long
before the story was re-[G]layed
to Texas [Em]Red.
But the
[G]outlaw
didn’t worry; men that tried before were
[Em]dead.
Twenty
[C]men
had tried to take him; twenty [G]men
had made a slip.
Twenty-one would be the Ranger with the [Em]Big
Iron on his hip.
[C]Big
Iron on his [Em]hip.
The
[Em]morning
passed so quickly; it was [G]time
for them to [Em]meet.
It was
[G]twenty
past eleven when they walked out in the [Em]street.
Folks
were [C]watching
from their windows; every-[G]body
held their breath.
They
knew this handsome Ranger was a-[Em]bout
to meet his death.
A-[C]bout
to meet his [Em]death.
There
was [Em]forty
feet between them when they [G]stopped
to make their [Em]play,
And the
[G]swiftness
of the Ranger is still talked about to-[Em]day.
Texas
[C]Red
had not cleared leather when a [G]bullet
fairly ripped.
And the
Ranger’s aim was deadly with the [Em]Big
Iron on his hip.
[C]Big
Iron on his [Em]hip.
It was
[Em]over
in a moment and the [G]folks
had gathered [Em]
‘round.
There
be-[G]fore
them lay the body of the outlaw on the [Em]ground.
Oh, he
[C]might
have gone on livin’ but he [G]made
one fatal slip
When he
tried to match the Ranger with the [Em]Big
Iron on his hip.
[C]Big
Iron on his [Em]hip.