Robbins Marty

Robbins Marty - Big Iron guitar chord

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From: raybailey@mistral.co.uk (Raymond Bailey)

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Subject: CRD: C&W Big Iron

Date: Sat, 07 Oct 1995 04:51:18 GMT

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        BIG IRON

Am...Em...Am

       |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 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                                                      

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their

|Am

play

        |C                                               |Am

And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about to-day

      |F                                 |C

Texas Red had not cleared leather when 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

Big iron Big iron

        |C                                 |Am

When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip

Ray From Sussex England

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