Dust hangs heavy in the burning noon
A church bell fades far too soon
Wind whispers down the empty road
Bootsteps echo through the street
Every heartbeat skips a beat
Whiskey glasses left untouched
No one speaking very much
Sheriff's hand rests on his gun
Eyes fixed hard on the rising sun
Every shadow spells out doom
High noon at the Cattle Man Saloon
Hey Hey Hear the old saloon
Steel and thunder coming soon
Hold your breath, the reckoning's due
High noon at the Cattle Man Saloon
From the ridge a rider appears
Carrying dust and fifteen years
Hat pulled low across his face
Every step a deadly pace
Floorboards creak beneath the door
Spurs ring sharp against the floor
Someone whispers, Make him room
High noon at the Cattle Man Saloon
Hey Hey Hear the old saloon
Steel and thunder coming soon
Hold your breath, the reckoning's due
High noon at the Cattle Man Saloon
Clock strikes twelve and time stands still
Two long shadows cross the hill
Dust swirls slow between their feet
Silence burning in the heat
One last glance beneath the brim
Only one man walking in
Hey Hey Hear the old saloon
Steel and thunder coming soon
Hold your breath, the reckoning's due
High noon at the Cattle Man Saloon
Sing it loud through dust and gloom
High noon at the Cattle Man Saloon
Smoke drifts slowly through the light
Bootsteps fade into the night
Legends born in dust and gloom
At high noon in that saloon