Жанр | Кантри |
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Тип губной гармошки | Диатоническая |
Тональность | Любая |
-5 6 -6 7 7 -8 -6 -5 To the town of A-gua Fri--a, -5 6 -6 -4 -4 4 -4 Rode a stranger one fine day. -5 6 -6 7 7 -8 -6 -5 Hardly spoke to folks a--round him, -5 6 -6 -5 -6 7 -8 Didn't have too much to say. -6 7 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 No one dared to ask his business, -8 -8 -8 7 7 -6 7 No one dared to make a- slip, -5 6 -6 7 7 -8 -6 -5 For the stranger there a--mong them, -5 6 -6 -4 -4 4 -4 Had a big iron on his hip. -5 -5 -5 6 -5 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. (Continued in Big Iron Part 2) | |
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