EmC
DBmD (twice)
 
EmC In a dusty town a clock struck high noon,
D (Bm) D two men stood face to face.
EmC One wore black and one wore white,
D (Bm) D but of fear there wasn't a trace.
EmC Two hundred years later two hot rods drag
D through the very same place,
C and a half a million people
GD moved in to pick up the pace,
C a factory full of people.
GD Makin' parts to go to outer space,
C a train load of people.
GD They were aimin' for another place,
CD out of town people. (Yeah Yeah)