High Noon on the Gold Plain by The Berries Lyrics

It's 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 piеce of mind, out in a bush somewherе
Getting pissed on by an old man
Its his now, you know

It's high noon on the gold plain