High Noon

No, sir.
It's going to be quite a sight to see.

# My eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord

#He's trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored

# He has loosed the fruitful lightening
of His terrible swift sword

# His truth is marching home
# Glory, glory, halleluja
Glory, glory, halleluja

# Glory, glory
His truth is marching home

# He has sonded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat

# He is shifting out the hearts of men
before His judgement seat

- Will, I just heard...
- Hello.

You can count on me,
you know that, don't you?

- I was figuring I could.
- You cleaned this town up.

You made it fit
for women and kids to live in.

Miller or nobody else'll never
drag it down again.

- I hoped people'd feel that way.
- What other way is there?

- How many men you got Lined up?
- None yet.

Well, you better get going, man.
I'll be back in 10 minutes.