Kyra Kupetsky - It's High Noon lyrics

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!