High Noon

 

Well a Six Pack is my morning appetizer.

And for lunch I may sip back a pint or five.

And when that sun fades to the West,

I see it off with Milwaukee’s Best.

Cause by the time you pull up our drive,

I plan on being barely alive.

 

They say drinking at High Noon,

is a sign of weakness.

But Baby, I was cold sober,

when you walked through my door.

They say drinking at High Noon,

Leads a man down the Devil’s lonesome roads.

But if I keep-a drinking,

I can deal with you

…I suppose.

 

I was only joking,

when I got that restraining order.

When I moved and didn’t tell Ya’,

I was just having my fun.

And when I put your cats up for adoption,

well that was just me surveying all my Options.

And I’m sorry they put ‘em down,

that’s just the way it goes sometimes, Honeybunch.

 

They say Drinking at High Noon,

is a sign of weakness.

But Baby, I was cold sober,

when you walked through my door.

They say drinking at High Noon,

leads a man down the Devil’s lonesome roads.

But if I keep a-drinking,

I can deal with you

…I suppose.

 

When I got that DUI,

‘Round bout last Xmas.

Said I slept like a new born baby

in the County Jail.

And the Sheriff led me out

a-hollerin’ and a screamin’.

Just a-cursing you

for having the nerve to Post my Bail

 

They say drinking at High Noon,

is a sign of weakness.

But Baby I was cold sober,

when you walked through my door.

They say drinking at High Noon,

leads a man down them Devil’s lonesome roads.

So color me a coward,

and serve me up a case of something cold.

 

When you finally quit me

there was cause for some celebratin’.

So I stole your credit card,

hoofed it straight to the store.

Then I bought up every bottle

that my bleary eyes could see.

Cause sitting behind a 16 Oz.

is where I am destined to be.

 

They say drinking at High Noon

is a sign of weakness.

But Baby, I was cold sober,

when you walked through my door.

They say drinking at High Noon,

leads a man down them Devil’s lonesome roads.

But they say a lotta’ things,

and I don’t gotta do everything I’m told.

And you said drinking at High Noon,

makes a man a loser.

But if losing means losing you,

that’s just alright with me.

Cause a-drinking at High Noon,

aint nothing new,

just what you led me to.

So Hallelujah to the bottle

and Thank God I’m finished with you.

Lyrics: Bret L Thompson

Music: Bret L Thompson, David [Davey] Scott

 

Proper Guitars: Carl Verheyen

Drunky Acou. & Elec. Rhym. Guitars: Bret L Thompson

Drums: Derek Organ

Upright Bass: Andrew Perusi

Piano: Tom Canning

Pedal Steel: Doug Livingston

Vocals: Bret L Thompson

Recorded at Village Recorders & Consuelo Studios

Engineered by Steve (Churchy) Churchyard & Bret L Thompson

Mixed by Philippe Brun & BLT

Produced by BLT