High Noon (Instrumental)
I was livin' on the wild side
Born west of the Great Divide
I made a living outside the law
You'd best run and hide when I say "draw"
I never wore a white hat in the Deadlock gang
If I didn't straighten up, I was bound to hang
I learned to ride with Blackwatch pride
Still livin' on the wild side
Can't shoot me down, can't stop me now
I'll right the wrongs of the past somehow
Ain't got no riches, no silver spoon
When you see me comin' into your saloon
You know what time it is...
We had a civil war and the family split,
Wasn't 'bout to pick sides, didn't wanna commit so
I took the next train home to Santa Fe
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a renegade
But I stick to justice and I won't be swayed
Lookin' for redemption from all my wicked ways
Can't shoot me down, can't stop me now
I'll right the wrongs of the past somehow
Ain't got no riches, no silver spoon
When you see me comin' into your saloon
You know what time it is...
It's high noon
It feels like I am back from the dead
I'm stayin' one step ahead
I'll keep the peace, and they'll fear my name
If you step outside the law,
Then y'all know I'm takin' aim...
Can't shoot me down, can't stop me now
I'll right the wrongs of the past somehow
Ain't got no riches, no silver spoon
When you see me comin' into your saloon
You know what time it is...
It's high noon
Born west of the Great Divide
I made a living outside the law
You'd best run and hide when I say "draw"
I never wore a white hat in the Deadlock gang
If I didn't straighten up, I was bound to hang
I learned to ride with Blackwatch pride
Still livin' on the wild side
Can't shoot me down, can't stop me now
I'll right the wrongs of the past somehow
Ain't got no riches, no silver spoon
When you see me comin' into your saloon
You know what time it is...
We had a civil war and the family split,
Wasn't 'bout to pick sides, didn't wanna commit so
I took the next train home to Santa Fe
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a renegade
But I stick to justice and I won't be swayed
Lookin' for redemption from all my wicked ways
Can't shoot me down, can't stop me now
I'll right the wrongs of the past somehow
Ain't got no riches, no silver spoon
When you see me comin' into your saloon
You know what time it is...
It's high noon
It feels like I am back from the dead
I'm stayin' one step ahead
I'll keep the peace, and they'll fear my name
If you step outside the law,
Then y'all know I'm takin' aim...
Can't shoot me down, can't stop me now
I'll right the wrongs of the past somehow
Ain't got no riches, no silver spoon
When you see me comin' into your saloon
You know what time it is...
It's high noon
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Stein
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