Bob Weir

Bob Weir - Big Iron lyrics

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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
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