It's High Noon 歌词

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 classic Western charm Used to roll with a gang But then he left with a bang And the bullet found its mark 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 A fistful of pistol His hat tipped, chin grizzled A death wish from the hip That glistened and whistled And reloads with skilled rolls Bullets whizzed and ripped holes With quick wits and true grit His wrist hot, the dish cold It's high noon