"To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much say No dared ask his business no make slip For there amongst them had big iron on hip Big It was early in morning when he into He came riding from south side slowly lookin' all He's an outlaw loose and running whisper each lip And he's here do some business with In this lived by name Texas Red Many men tried take him that many were dead vicious killer though youth twenty-four notches pistol numbered nineteen more One Now started talking made it plain Was Arizona Ranger wouldn't be long back alive or maybe said matter after After Wasn't before story relayed But worry Twenty twenty Twenty-one would ranger The passed so quickly time for meet past eleven they walked out street Folks watching windows everybody held their breath They knew handsome about death About There forty feet between stopped play swiftness Ranger is still talked today not cleared leather bullet fairly ripped Ranger's aim deadly over moment gathered 'round lay body ground Oh might gone living but fatal When match iron With hip"