It’s High Noon - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Stop 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 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 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!