SWAMPY Lyrics

Noon high

Noon high

Noon high

You're gonna die

Noon high

Somewhere out Texas way

A young kid called Redd, that's with two D's

Eager, maybe too much so

Thinks he's some kind of gunslinging, barrel-toting hotshot

People used to say that young boy's gonna get himself shot

And sooner or later that notion blossomed itself outta nothin'

So it was, the boy, and a man trying to steal his lady

There wasn't so much as a piece of horse shit dropping onto the ground that could be heard that fateful high noon, noon high

The aforementioned antagonist? Why that's Swampy

Some say he's half man, half swamp

I say he's full of shit!

Either way, young Redd had his work cut out for him

Redd had two things in his hands that fateful afternoon, a dusty .45 in his left, and a twitchy finger and all the naivety in the world in his right

On the other hand, Swampy was decked to the nines

Pristine leather boots, two brand-spankin' new pistols on each hip, and spurs that could make a stallion shit bricks

Broooo!

The only thing that stood between Swampy and Redd in that moment was the realization that one of them was about to die

Before you knew it, one step became five, five became ten, and like a flash of the almighty sun, they would draw

Soon the dust would settle, the townsfolk nowhere in sight

Ears still a' ringing, a wickedly vile gunfight

A sudden realization would befall amongst the grisly gore

A decorated Swamp-man would Swamp-man no more!

And so it was, and unlikely victor rose

Nare a scratch, beginners luck I suppose

A legend was born on that hot Texan day

Young Redd had got his woman back, a lucky kid to stay