Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Iron, artist - Johnny Cash. Album song Unearthed, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: American
Song language: English
Big Iron |
| 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 |
| 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 a 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 and nineteen more |
| One and nineteen more |
| Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around |
| He was an Arizonia 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 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 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 |
| Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet |
| It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street |
| Folks were watching from their windows, everybody 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 is 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 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 |
| Big iron, big iron |
| When he tried to match the Ranger with the big iron on his hip |
| Big iron on his hip |