Artist Marty Robbins
Album Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs
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Intro: Am   E Am
 
Verse:
        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
                                           Am
For the stranger there amongst them had a big iron on his hip
 F               C
Big iron on his hip
 

        C                         Am
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
         C                                             Am
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
         F                                 C
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
                                            Am
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
 F               C
big iron on his hip
 

         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
                                        Am
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more
 F                C
One and nineteen more
 

         C                            Am
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
        C                                      Am
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
                                     Am
And he said it didn't matter, he was after Texas Red
 F           C
After Texas Red
 

         C                          Am
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
         C                                              Am
But the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were dead
        F                            C
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip
                                         Am
Twenty-one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
 F               C
Big iron on his hip
 

     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, every body held their breath
                                    Am
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
 F                 C
About to meet his death
 

           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 for a bullet fairly ripped
                                         Am
And the rangers aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
 F               C
Big iron on his hip
 

        C                         Am
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
       C                                             Am
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
       F                                C
Oh he might have gone on living but he made one fatal slip
                                            Am
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
 F               C
Big iron on his hip
     Am        C
Big iron, Big iron
         C                                  Am
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
 F               C
Big iron on his hip
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heck

UDU DDU is a good pattern for this

Fluffo

+1 is a lil easier

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