Big Iron

	 
"Big Iron" is a country ballad written and performed by Marty Robbins, originally released as an album track on Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs in September 1959
[Strophe]
       C                        Am              
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day 
       C                                                  Am 
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say 
       F                                 C  
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip 
        C                               Am  
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip 
F               C  
Big iron on his hip
[Strophe]
       C                            Am  
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town 
        C                                               Am  
He came riding from the south side, slowly looking all around 
        F                                  C  
He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip 
         C                                 Am  
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip 
F               C  
Big iron on his hip
[Strophe]
        C                                  Am  
In this town, there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red 
     C                                                Am  
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead  
       F                             C  
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty-four 
        C                              Am  
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more 
F                C  
One and nineteen more
[Strophe]
        C                                 Am              Am   
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around 
          C                                       Am  
He was an Arizona Ranger, wouldn't be too long in town 
        F                            C  
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead 
       C                             Am   
And he said it didn't matter, he was after Texas Red 
F           C  
After Texas Red
[Strophe]
    C                                 Am  
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet 
       C                            .                 Am  
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street 
           F                                 C  
Folks were watching from their windows, everybody held their breath 
     C                              Am  
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death 
     F                C  
Was about to meet his death
[Strophe]
          C                                 Am  
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play 
        C                                               Am  
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today 
      F                                  C   
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped 
        C                                Am  
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip 
    F               C  
The big iron on his hip
[Outro]
    F           C  
Big iron,   big iron 
        C   
When he tried to match the ranger 
         Am   
With the big iron on his hip 
    F               C  
The big iron on his hip