To the town of Belhaven 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 two big irons on his back,
Big irons on his baaaccckkkk.
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 outcast loose and hunting came the whisper from each lip,
And he's here to do some business with the big irons on his back,
big irons on his baccckkkk.
