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
Hopeful people with their laundry came and gathered all around
“No, it’s not that kind of iron!” came a protest from his lip
“I’m just here to do some business with a big iron on my hip”
big iron on his hip
In this town there lived a golfer by the name of Texas Red
“Won’t you join us for a few holes on the local course?”, he said.
The stranger sighed quite deeply, “That not what this here thing is for!”
“You fuckers get confused ‘cause it’s a homynym!”,he swore.
It’s a homynym, he swore.
Now the people started talking they were making quite a sound
“It’s a handcuff!”, “It’s for branding!”, “It’s a me-tallic compound!”
“It’s a harpoon?”, “Where’s my beer?” “I want my pantsuits with a crease!”
And the stranger started crying with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Sorry. Can you guess what game I’m playing too much of?
