Текст песни Rascalz - High Noon
Rascalz - High Noon слова песни
[Red 1]Yo yoWe rude bwoys Van-city outlawsYo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeperCall Mr. Martin and the preacherTo the saloon, the showdown high noonMen dressed all black, yo pon cock platoonOutlaws, shedding blood by the literSaddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat yaRide out and scout a safe hideoutWith a bounty on my head, that`s the word of the mothMisfit and Red, wanted alive or deadBut Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dreadRetreat to the bush where the Indians liveTo survive off the land, recuperatingYo, walk the warpath like a brave MohicanThen scalpel the tongue chief rocker speakingYoung gun, bust and murder the sound boyAnything in my way, no choice but to destroyCHORUS "Hold my ground like it`s high noon"