Lyrics

A score was settled by an old saloon
They say it went down on the stroke of noon
Between a sherriff and an outlaw
But people they just knew
It didn't make no difference who was who

Their eyes were facing
The waiting almost through
No escaping
The sound of high noon

Around a table cards were dealt anew
Till one by one the field was cut to two
The hour at hand was showing
The cards read aces high
A stack of notes were piled up to the sky

Their eyes were facing
The waiting almost through
No mistaking
The sound of high noon

Now you might wonder to yourself
Just how the story ends
Well my friend i'll tell you now
That on you it depends
You might fill your life with things
And people that you've known
Till one day the church bell rings
And then you're on your own

The time has come to do just what i say
And if i see you standing in my way ...