[Intro] Am  Em  Am

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To the town of Aqua 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 southside 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 

And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 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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He 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                                          Am
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
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After Texas Red 
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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 on the street 
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Folks were watching from their windows everybody held their breath 
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They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death 
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Was about to meet his death 
 
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There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their 
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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 when 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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the Big iron on his hip 
 
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Big iron Big iron 
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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 
 
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