Big Iron Kingfish (Robbins) Last Updated 06/01/96 General Rules On Chord Charts Dm A Dm F Dm To the town of Agua Fria (ah-wha free-ah) rode a stranger one fine day F [F] [E] Dm Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn’t have too much to say, Bb F No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip Dm Bb F 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 "He’s an outlaw loose and runnin’", came a whisper from each lip "And he’s here to do some business with a 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 and nineteen more, one and nineteen more Now the stranger started talkin’ made it plain to folks around Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn’t be too long in town He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn’t matter that he was after Texas Red, after Texas Red Wasn’t long before this story was relayed to Texas Red But the outlaw didn’t worry, men who 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 Now the morning past so quickly and it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street Folks were watchin’ from their windows, every body held their breath, They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, about to meet his death There was twenty feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today Texas Red had not cleared leather when 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 crowd all 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 Bb F Big iron, big iron, Dm Oh he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Bb F Big iron on his hip This File contains merely an interpretation of the represented musical piece. It is not intended to replace any commercially available publishing, nor is it guaranteed to represent an exact transcription of any commercially or otherwise released piece. Ed Bick's Tab Archive, 1997