rode a stranger one fine day
Harley spoke to folks around him,
didn't have too much to say
No one dared ask his business,
The stranger there among them
had a big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning
when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side
He's an outlaw loose and running
and a whisper from each lip
He's here to do some business
with the big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw
Many men had tried to take him,
He was vi cious and a killer,
though a youth of twenty -four
With notches on his pistol,
number one in ninety more
Now the stranger started talking,
made it plain to folks around
wouldn't be too long in town
He was here to take an outlaw
that he was after Texas red
It wasn't long before the story was
But the Allah 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 head
Now the morning passed so quickly
and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven
when they walked out in the street
everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger
was 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 and occlaved leather
when a bullet barely ripped
The ranger's name was deadly
with a big iron on his hip
and the crowd all gathered round
There before him lay the body
of the Adler on the ground
Oh, he might have went on living,
but he made him fade asleep
He tried to match the ranger
with the big iron on his hip
He tried to match the ranger
with the big iron on his hip
