
About The Song
In the annals of American music, few songs have captured the spirit of the Wild West as vividly and enduringly as Marty Robbins’s “Big Iron.” Released in 1959 as part of his album Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs, this classic ballad has become an iconic anthem of the cowboy era, weaving a tale of courage, confrontation, and the quick draw of a seasoned lawman.
Robbins, a true Renaissance man of country music, was known for his masterful storytelling and his ability to transport listeners to another time and place. With “Big Iron,” he crafted a narrative that resonated deeply with audiences, painting a vivid picture of a dusty frontier town, a notorious outlaw, and an Arizona Ranger determined to bring him to justice.
The song’s opening lines immediately set the scene, introducing us to the “town of Agua Fria” where “the streets are hot and dusty” and “the sun beats down mercilessly.” It’s a setting ripe for conflict, and soon we learn of the arrival of “Texas Red,” a fearsome outlaw with “twenty men he had killed,” each encounter a testament to his deadly skill with a revolver.
News of Texas Red reaches the ears of an Arizona Ranger, a man of steely resolve and unwavering duty. Undeterred by the outlaw’s reputation, the Ranger sets out to face him, his “big iron on his hip” a symbol of his authority and the tool of his trade.
The tension builds as the two adversaries approach each other in a showdown, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. The townsfolk gather, holding their breath as they witness the impending clash. In a “moment of hard truth,” the Ranger draws his weapon with lightning speed, his aim true and deadly. Texas Red, caught off guard, falls to the ground, his reign of terror brought to an abrupt end.
“Big Iron” concludes with a sense of finality and a touch of melancholy. The Ranger has upheld the law, but the price of justice has been paid. The ballad leaves a lasting impression, reminding us of the harsh realities of the Wild West, where survival often hinged on the quickness of a draw and the mettle of a man.
Marty Robbins’s “Big Iron” is more than just a cowboy song; it’s a timeless tale of good versus evil, courage in the face of danger, and the enduring legacy of the American frontier. Its simple yet evocative lyrics, coupled with Robbins’s captivating storytelling, have cemented its place as one of the most beloved and enduring songs in American history.
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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine dayHardly spoke to folks around him, didn’t have too much to sayNo one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slipFor the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe came riding from the south side slowly lookin’ all aroundHe’s an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lipAnd he’s here to do some business with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIn 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 24And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 moreOne and 19 moreNow the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks aroundWas an Arizona ranger, wouldn’t be too long in townHe came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe deadAnd he said it didn’t matter he was after Texas RedAfter Texas RedWasn’t long before the story was relayed to Texas RedBut the outlaw didn’t worry men that tried before were dead20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipThe morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meetIt was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the streetFolks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breathThey knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his deathAbout to meet his deathThere was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their playAnd the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about todayTexas Red had not cleared leather ‘fore a bullet fairly rippedAnd the ranger’s aim was deadly with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was over in a moment and the folks had gathered roundThere before them lay the body of the outlaw on the groundOh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slipWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipBig iron, big ironWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip