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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MaxKaladin" data-source="post: 2083326" data-attributes="member: 1196">I'm partial to this one, though a few words would need to be changed here and there to adapt it to a fantasy setting without guns, the title still works if you assume the "Big Iron" is a big sword.Big IronMarty RobbinsTo the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine dayHardly 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 slipThe stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip,big iron on his hipIt was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe 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 RedMany men had tried to take him and that many men were deadHe was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty fourAnd the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more,one and nineteen moreNow the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks aroundWas an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in townHe was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe deadAnd he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red,after Texas RedWasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas RedBut the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were deadTwenty 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 hipNow the morning past so quickly and it was time for them to meetIt was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the streetFolks 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 deathThere was twenty feet between themwhen they stopped to make their playAnd the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about todayTexas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly rippedAnd the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,big iron on his hipIt was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'roundThere before them lay the body of the outlaw on the groundOh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slipWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,big iron on his hipBig iron, big iron,Oh he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,Big iron on his hip</blockquote>

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