Big Iron

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 amongst them had …

Little Joe the wrangler will wrangle nevermore His days with the roundup they are o'er Was a year ago last April when he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and nothing more Was late in the evening when he rode into our …