showdown at noon

i got myself a pistol
i got myself a watch
gonna bounce at high noon
here to draw it or not

this cowboy sat beside me
got mighty, mighty drunk
he smashed his bottle on my throat
while i was picking up my frock

we gonna have a showdown
i swear ill make you frown
i never miss a target
for 18 years now

ill see your weapon at noon
you already look like a buffoon
i shoot you dead on the floor
that's how we get rid of bores

he spit in the spittoon, walking away
i ain't never been in a showdown before
so i leave that bar that day

gonna shoot some wood, practice if i can

i talk to the black smith at dawn
ask him what i should do and when
here's 3 pistols, lock proof and real
this should make a stand

I'm pacing the streets, with a six shooter
feeling like a man
time to saddle up
and watch as time ticks along

i go into the church
pray for everything I could
i heard myself say
watch your left but keep your third

so i put a pistol near my heart
two guns at my sides
I'm ready to unleash the fury
i'm scared as hell in fright

i look at my watch
time to get my ass in town
the cold blooded man stood there
loading up his pistol now

we stand from different angles
we wrinkle out hands at our sides
there is no chance i'll make it
and he shoots fast and it glides

he missed the first one
and laughs
that was a practice shot
i grab both guns at my side
and shoot blindly, in the dark

he just stood there smiling
"no more gun for you sailor boy"
then i pulled the one from my heart
his face frowned to the floor

i shot him twice
closed my eyes
and he fell

i gotta get out of this place
gotta get the hell out of town