Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Begin the Beguine, artist - Artie Shaw & His Orchestra.
Date of issue: 13.09.2012
Song language: English
Begin the Beguine |
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 |
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 |
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town |
He came riding from the south side slowly looking 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 |
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 an nineteen more |
One and nineteen 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 |
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red |
But the outlaw didn't worry men that 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 |
The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet |
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street |
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath |
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death |
About to meet his death |
There was forty 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 |
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round |
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground |
Oh he might have went 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 |