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| - It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He'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 twenty four And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more One and nineteen more
- It was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around"He'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 RedMany men had tried to take him and that many men were deadHe was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty fourAnd the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen moreOne and nineteen more
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| - It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He'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 twenty four And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more One and nineteen more Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around Was an Arizona 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 he was after Texas Red After Texas Red Wasn't long before the 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 The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street Folks were watching from the windows every-body 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 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
- It was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around"He'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 RedMany men had tried to take him and that many men were deadHe was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty fourAnd the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen moreOne and nineteen more Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks aroundWas an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in townHe came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe deadAnd he said it didn't matter - he was after Texas RedAfter Texas Red Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas RedBut the outlaw didn't worry; men that tried before were deadTwenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slipTwenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meetIt was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the streetFolks were watching from the windows; everybody held their breathThey knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his deathAbout to meet his death There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their playAnd the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about todayTexas Red had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly rippedAnd the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered roundThere before them lay the body of the outlaw on the groundOh he might have went on livin', but he made one fatal slipWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip Big iron, big iron When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip
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