| 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 the town
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| He came riding from the south side slowly looking all around
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| He's an outlaw loose and running came the 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 this 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 an nineteen more
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| One and nineteen more
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| Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
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| Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
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| He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
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| And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
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| After Texas Red
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| Wasn't long before the 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 passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
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| It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
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| Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
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| They knew this 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 when they stopped to make their play
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| And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
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| Texas Red had not cleared leather fore 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 went on living but he made one fatal 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 |