Stopped you dead in your tracks
A flash and he's at your back
And his pistol starts to draw
You can see in his eye
A villain that's deep inside
And the hammer starts to fall
Outlaw bourbon drinking
Gunslinging Justice-bringing
Straight shooting
Son of a gun
He's a no-good gallivanting
Peacekeeping vigilante
Train Hopping
Man on the run
And the sun in the sky...
It's hanging like high noon
It's High Noon
With a hat and cigar
A cape and a metal arm
And a cla**ic western Charm
Used to roll with a gang
But then he left with a bang
And the bullet found it's mark
Outlaw, bourbon drinking
Gunslinging Justice-bringing
Straight-shootin son of a gun
He's a no-good gallivanting
Peacekeeping vigilante
Train-hopping man on the run
And the sun in the sky...
It's hanging like high noon
It's High Noon
A fistful of pistol
His hat tipped, chin grizzled
A d**h wish from the hip
That glistened and whistled
And reloads with sk**ed rolls
Bullets whizzed and ripped holes
With quick wits and true grit
His wrist hot, the dish cold
It's High Noon!
It's High Noon!
It's High Noon!