paroles de chanson High Noon - Remastered - Tex Ritter
Yo
yo
We
rude
bwoys
Van-city
outlaws
Yo,
the
Red
reaper,
bust
back
your
street
sweeper
Call
Mr.
Martin
and
the
preacher
To
the
saloon,
the
showdown
high
noon
Men
dressed
all
black,
yo
pon
cock
platoon
Outlaws,
shedding
blood
by
the
liter
Saddle
up,
ride
into
the
sun,
done
defeat
ya
Ride
out
and
scout
a
safe
hideout
With
a
bounty
on
my
head,
that′s
the
word
of
the
moth
Misfit
and
Red,
wanted
alive
or
dead
But
Billy
bad
on
the
draw,
cowboy
ninja
dread
Retreat
to
the
bush
where
the
Indians
live
To
survive
off
the
land,
recuperating
Yo,
walk
the
warpath
like
a
brave
Mohican
Then
scalpel
the
tongue
chief
rocker
speaking
Young
gun,
bust
and
murder
the
sound
boy
Anything
in
my
way,
no
choice
but
to
destroy
"Hold
my
ground
like
it's
high
noon"
--
Inspectah
Deck
**scratched
by
Kemo**
Trigger
happy,
blazing
these
mics
to
this
undoubtedly
Unanimous
that
we
the
champ,
to
center
your
cipher
And
blow
up
the
ship,
just
to
get
a
rep,
that′s
the
way
we
step
Droppin
rhymes,
so
clean
out
the
top
You
think
I
had
a
violent
Naughty
locks
chopping
you
down
like
box
cutters
Spreading
this
lyric
on
the
ideo
like
butters
Gripping
neck,
keeping
next,
the
style
that
you
missing
But
you
be
getting
it
from
the
rendition
Hitting
this
rap
game
with
some
tight
shit
to
remain
'Cause
it's
only
the
quicker
the
dead
and
I
must
remain
You
know
the
name,
Misfit,
speed
of
the
mantis
Rhymes
will
split
your
wig
at
ten
paces,
show
down
shit
So
bring
it,
you
had
your
warning
Mr.
Martin,
is
on
his
way
with
an
open
coffin
Talking
your
way
out
of
this,
won′t
happen
We
taking
it
to
the
front
of
the
stage
with
a
gun
clapping
And
when
we
done
with
your,
we
run
your
crew
out
of
town
Dis
that
shit,
stomp
your
wack
lick
sound
Never
come
around
or
let
us
catch
you
on
the
rebound
We
pound
suckers
like
cats
who
can′t
rap,
who
want
to
clown
Yo
dressed
and
ready
to
shoot,
in
my
bad
boy
suit
Pistol
grip
on
the
hip
like
these
cowboy
boots
Ready
to
rip,
some
running
judgement
day
coming
When
we
clack
and
reload
like
Kardinal
done
it
And
ban
it
from
the
ground
to
the
roof
'Nuff
chat
dem
rats,
se
we
leave
no
proof
As
we
move,
rarely
got
nothing
to
prove
Rough
ride
and
abide
by
none
of
the
rules
Work
our
vibe,
watch
the
hand
read
the
eyes
Quick
draw,
nobody
moves
nobody
dies
Yo,
we
in
control
let
the
story
be
told
By
the
Rascal
outlaws
from
the
north
coast
What,
you
didn′t
know,
FitnRed
handle
them
foe
Take
of
the
them
soul,
hang
'em
out,
let
them
die
slow
And
account
of
who
the
best
was
when
they
roll
Granted
by
the
hand
passage
who
afraid
to
explode
Yeah
yeah,
that′s
the
way
it
goes
Anti-?
behold,
we
lay
down
tracks
while
the
rest
of
be
told
So
best
move
and
gets
go,
act
like
you've
been
told
By
the
heat
of
the
sun
or
the
tongue,
when
we
let
go
{Red
1}
**continues
in
background**
Word,
see
what
I′m
saying
Rascalz,
straight
up
we
ain't
playing
North
west
side
of
things
The
Outlaws
laying
it
down
The
story's
already
been
told
Rascalz,
is
the
way
we
come
brother
{Word
up}
Word
*repeated*
{From
the
mountain
top
to
the
valley
below}
{Let
the
story
be
told
my
man,
let
it
be
told}
"That
sound,
is
there
time
for
hope?"
--?
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