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its high noon on the gold plain
wind's blowing in from the west
taking stock of what i love
and throwing out the rest

well i'm doing fine on a monday
by friday i'm up shit creek
this hard-earned piece of property
it don't mean nothing to me

all your fortune and freedom
they're gone with the wind

i wrote thing song for you, friend
sang it from a place of love
i'm vexed with the morning sun
and hateful of the stars above

anything you want's got a price to pay
they don't care what you do or say
i've got a curse, it weighs heavy on my mind
when the air is still i pity the lonesome kind

your piece of mind, out in a bush somewhere
getting pissed on by an old man
its his now, you know

its high noon on the gold plain