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Turkish avramite wrote:

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.