Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Iron, artist - Mike Ness. Album song Under The Influences, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 08.11.1999
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
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 |