They buried him on a Sunday With his pistol by his side The fastest gun in Texas Till the night somebody lied Now he walks the empty streets A specter in a sleeping town Still looking for a gunslinger Who can finally shoot him down He waits under the moon But never sees the day Still waiting for high noon As the dawn takes him away He waits under the moon Till the night gives way to day He never met a faster gun Death took his chance away Each night he takes his station His pistol cold, his aim still true He watches the clock approaching The hour he can never live through He reaches toward the morning sun And watches as his fingers fade His gun and coat turn pale as smoke Then vanish with the shade He waits under the moon But never sees the day Still waiting for high noon As the dawn takes him away He waits under the moon Till the night gives way to day He never met a faster gun Death took his chance away He never feared a bullet Or the man who'd make him fall He only feared a quiet death With no one there at all He thought he'd die at high noon With the whole town gathered round Instead he died beneath the stars Without a single sound He waits under the moon But never sees the day Still waiting for high noon As the dawn takes him away He waits under the moon Till the night gives way to day He never met a faster gun Death took his chance away
