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
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 looking all around
He’s an outlaw loose and running, came a 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 and nineteen more
One and nineteen more
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
He was an Arizonia 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 that he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Wasn’t long before this story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn’t worry, men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the Ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from their windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome Ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death
There was twenty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
And the Ranger’s aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the crowd all 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 Ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the Ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Cash takes Marty Robins and strips away the romanticism from it without changing any of the words. Amazing what a change of voice and a diffrent guitar. Less jangly upbeat triumphant and more someone tired of all the dirtiness in the world and warning people from it.
Marty Robbin's version is good for scouring the Mojave and killing deathclaws, this one fits Red Dead 2 much better, Johnny's ragged voice suits the last chapter of Arthur Morgan's tale.
I liked this version for different reasons than I like Marty Robbins' original.
This one, like quite a few of Cash's songs (especially later on) has a mournful tone to it. The mental image that Robbins' song brought to mind a mysterious lawman who unexpectedly bested an infamous outlaw. But this one? The Ranger is...scary. I actually felt pity for Texas Red. The way the original song built him up as an infamous and skilled gunfighter that had killed twenty men despite being only twenty-four years old now seems like a way to drive in how unstoppable the Ranger truly was. Texas Red never had a chance, and he didn't even have the time to realize it. He died literally before he could even fully draw his pistol.
And...that was it. No jubilation among the townsfolk. He just left. He had his bounty. After all, he had just been after Texas Red.
After Texas Red...
And the biggest big iron can only be the 45-70. Gov. Revolver , And if you're not careful, it just might blow your head clean off, so there's just one question you have to ask yourself, do you feel lucky? Well do ya' punk?
This one brings about a much darker tone, as if the ranger was in actual danger, while the Marty Robins version made it seem like the ranger was sure to win, while this one sounds like the ranger could die.
Marty Robbins: A John Wayne Epic about a virtuous lawman hunting down a depraved criminal and putting an end to his reign of terror.
Johnny Cash: An old soldier, wandering around in a world that doesn't understand or want him anymore, fighting one last fight against another stupid kid who wanted to make his name with some lead.
This version is like an old soldier gearing up for one last gunfight. The overconfidence of youth is long behind him, but he knows what he must do- even if he’s not coming back from this one
Marty Robin's version: about the ranger when he was in his 20's
Johny Cash version: about the ranger when he was in his 60's
Edit: I just read this and thought wow, kinda of a cool comparison. Then I realized this is my comment that I wrote 6 months ago, wow.