Obamas Disclose Financial Assets Worth Millions

There was forty feet between ‘em when they stopped to make their play and the swiftness of the POTUS is still talked about today. Texas Rick had not cleared leather fore a retort fairly ripped and the POTUS aim was deadly although Rick was not that hip. It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round . . . there before them lay that gopher, planted in the ground … Oh he might have went on gabbin’ but he made one fatal slip when he tried to match the POTUS although Rick was not that hip.

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    “Big Iron” is a country ballad by Marty Robbins, originally released as an album track on Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs in September 1959, then as a single in February 1960.

    To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
    Hardly 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 slip
    for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
    Big iron on his hip

    It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
    He came riding from the south side slowly lookin’ all around
    He’s an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
    And he’s here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
    big iron on his hip

    In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
    Many 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 an nineteen more
    One and nineteen more

    Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
    Was an Arizona ranger wouldn’t be too long in town
    He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
    And he said it didn’t matter he was after Texas Red
    After Texas Red

    Wasn’t long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
    But the outlaw 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 hip
    Big iron on his hip

    The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
    It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
    Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
    They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
    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 had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
    And the ranger’s aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
    Big iron on his hip

    It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
    There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
    Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
    When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
    Big iron on his hip

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