BIG IRON

Apr 10 00:00 UTC 1994

To the town of Alafreda rode a stanger 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 lookin' all around...
"There's an outlaw loose and running," came the 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 24,
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
That the Arizona Ranger wouldn't be to long in town.
He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead,
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red.
After Texas Red...

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red,
But the outlwa wasn't worried, the trite before were dead...
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men hap made a slip,
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip.
Big iron on his hip...

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was twenty passed eleven when the walked out in the street...
The town watched from the windows, everybody held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death.
About to meet his death...

There was forty 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, 'fore 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 folks had gathered round,
there before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground...
Oh, he might have went on livin', 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...

(I apologize for spelling errors)

response 2 of 9:

Apr 10 14:02 UTC 1994

A song, by one of the *late* greats.

response 4 of 9:

Apr 11 02:59 UTC 1994

No!  Not that idiot!

response 6 of 9:

Apr 12 01:05 UTC 1994

Nope.  I got some of the words wrog, but what does one except?
"the trite before" should be "men tried before"
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response 8 of 9:

Apr 12 02:21 UTC 1994

 My mother had that on a 45. That's how I know.
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