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    Ryan the dealer who dealt to a town

    The king of a posse grabbed from the ground

    The ruler of gold and a desert of dust

    He wields a knife that's covered in rust

    Living was easy when rivals were slow

    A man or a monster, how could one know?

    By ruin of a home, by heat of a chill

    Young bobby grew fast and ready to kill.

    Won't you cut him down Bobby?

    Cut him down soon

    Won’t you cut him down now, Bobby

    Calling you to High Noon

    Barely there's Bobby who grew on his own

    Ain't got a posse and ain't got a throne

    Ain't got a mom or ain't got a dad

    Ain't got a reason at all to feel bad

    They gather in dozens to survey the scene

    Searching for Bobby, the boy of their dreams

    A man or a monster: to shoot or be shot,

    The monster's cut down cause bobby was hot

    Won't you cut him down Bobby?

    Cut him down soon

    Won’t you cut him down now, Bobby

    Calling you to High Noon

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