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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger 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

for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

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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

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He came here to do some business

and he didn't give a flip.

He meant to straighten all the wrinkles

With tha big iron on his hip.

 

 

That close enough fellas? The verses escape me! Do Mister Shorty come in and speak with his .44 yet?

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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

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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

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It wasn't long before the story we 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 a big iron on his hip

A Big Iron on his hip

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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

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I wore a needle through all his gunfighter albums way back and if the Masters Call don't raise the hair on your neck...nothing will. Don't go to many concerts but I went to one of his and met him afterwards. He was the most entertaining, gracious, and humble person you'd ever meet. Glad I did cause a few months later he was gone.

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I met him when my dad worked security at the Grand Ole Opry, and again later at the Fairgrounds Speedway in Nashville where my dad also raced. I'm not sure ANYONE enjoyed entertaining any more than Marty. :rolleyes:

 

One of VERY FEW country artists that I really liked to listen to. These new ones ain't fit to share the genre with guys like Marty 'n' Ray Price 'n' a few more.

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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

:rolleyes:

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Marty Robbins.. I loved his stuff.. Devil Women was so good.. But I am a huge fan of Chris Ledoux too.. lol... He is just plain ole funny.. I love funny songs..

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You Mean?

 

Out in the west Texas town of El Paso,

I fell in love with a Mexican girl.

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Back in high school, with a lil' help frum Lord Calvert...us fellers wood belt out 'El Paso'.

 

I'll just bet that was gold record material.

 

Marty musta been worried about losing record sales. :)

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El Paso City has almost errie lyrics...as if he had a premonition.

 

I have Martys very first album...somewhere.. and it had the usual music of the day. Shackles and Chains is the best on that album.

 

Marty, Ray Price, Billy Walker, Stonewall Jackson....they don't make em no more. Ray's still singin though and good as ever.

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Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,

Wicked and evil while casting a spell.

My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;

I was in love but in vain, I could tell.

 

 

(I love this stuff)

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Another of my favorites The Alamo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL62m5umP4g&NR=1

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So in anger I

Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.

Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.

My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;

The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

 

 

Marty was fast.

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Just for a moment I stood there in silence,

Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.

Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;

I had but one chance and that was to run.

 

Dont apologize Marty :FlagAm:

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Similar genre...written by Ken Farrell but best version sung by Robert Earle Keen

 

K. Farrell

 

Sonora's Deathrow

 

Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night

Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight

Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O

Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row

 

Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old broken O

Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico

They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go

You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's death row

 

Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals

I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals

But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for some air

Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun wasn't there

 

I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the fool I had been

Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's again

Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around

Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground

Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbelief

 

Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief

And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at my side

I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried

A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed me at all

I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside

The wall

 

The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O

I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row

I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row

 

[ More Keen Robert Earl Lyrics ]

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Marty Robbins.. I loved his stuff.. Devil Women was so good.. But I am a huge fan of Chris Ledoux too.. lol... He is just plain ole funny.. I love funny songs..

 

 

 

If I wasn't so damn married I would be temped to ride south and come cort'en with a box of bullets in one hand and LeDoux tapes in the other ;)

 

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