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The Agent with the Big Iron (A filk)

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The Agent with the Big Iron

To the town of Crystal Springs 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 west side slowly lookin' all around. He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from both lips. 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 Colorado kid. Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead. He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24. And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more.

One and 19 more.

Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around. Was a secret service agent, 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 Colorado kid.

After Colorado kid.

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Colorado kid. But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead 20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip, 21 would be the agent 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 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street. Folks were watching from the windows; everybody held their breath. They knew this handsome agent was about to meet his death.

About to meet his death.

There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play. And the swiftness of the agent is still talked about today. Colorado kid had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly ripped. And the agent’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 agent with the big iron on his hip.

Big iron on his hip.

Big iron, big iron.

When he tried to match the agent with the big iron on his hip.

Big iron on his hip

This filk is based on Marty Robbins’s Big Iron. I think this fits James West, especially if he is going after someone who has injured or maybe killed Artemus Gordon.