Gunfighter!
By: Wayne Brown
Old clock ticks toward the noon
Gunfighter in the street awaits
He’s come to call my hand
He’s come to meet his fate
Shootout! High Noon!
Spin the cylinder of my old pistol
Load six bullets in the round
Cock it once; check the action
Strap the holster, tie it down
Shootout! High Noon!
Right hand steady as a rock
Many pistols felt its palm
Flex my fingers, work my wrist
Stay focused, maintain my calm
Shootout! High Noon!
Stand up straight and set my hat
Oh how the time is flying
Don’t want to keep a man waiting
Who’s come up here for dieing
Shootout! High Noon!
Boot spurs jingling with each step
As I walk into the street
The town clock is nearing high noon
The time that we will meet
Shootout! High Noon!
The moment is here, time is nigh
Once again I face the death
My challenger wants to kill me
Watch me take my last breath
Shootout! High Noon!
His hand begins a short journey
He is making the first move
Blazing pistol, hot lead flying
His speed he wants to prove
Shootout! High Noon!
His hand is fast; his gun is pulled
His quick shot soars off lame
I watch him crumble in the street
Death from my deadly aim
Shootout! High Noon
He’s just one; there will be more
Their coming I no longer dread
Their corpses fill graves on boot hill
Another fast gun-hand dead
Shootout! High Noon!
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