Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colter Wall
Colter Wall
Acoustic Guitar
Jason Simpson
Jason Simpson
Bass
Patrick Lyons
Patrick Lyons
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jake Groves
Jake Groves
Bass Harmonica
Doug Moreland
Doug Moreland
Fiddle
Aaron Goodrich
Aaron Goodrich
Drums
Emily Gimble
Emily Gimble
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marty Robbins
Marty Robbins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colter Wall
Colter Wall
Producer
Adam Odor
Adam Odor
Recording Engineer
Eric Conn
Eric Conn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
[Verse 2]
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"
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Now the stranger started talkin', 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
[Verse 5]
Wasn't long before this 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
[Verse 6]
Well, 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 watchin' from the windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death
[Verse 7]
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
The big iron on his hip
[Verse 8]
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Though 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
Big iron, big iron
[Verse 9]
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Written by: Marty Robbins
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