No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip...

For the stranger here among them had a big iron on his hip. (Big iron on his hiiiiip.)

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town

(I'm jumping on the spooky train too)

He came ridin' from the south side, slowly lookin' all around

He had come to bring an outlaw back alive, or maybe dead

He said it didn't matter, he was after Texas red. (After Texas reeeeed.)

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet

Hold, skipped a bit.

It wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas red

"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'," came the whispers from each lip

"And he's here to do some buisness with the Big iron on his hip." (Big iron on his hiiiiip.)

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red

Twenty 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 moreeeee)

Now, the Ranger started talkin', made it clear to folks around

'Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in town