The Ballad Of Boot Hill

Here lies Les Moore four slugs from a forty-four               no Les no more.                                     Out in Arizona just south of Tucson                                           where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home there’s a town they call Tombstone                  where the brave never cry.                                                                They live by a six-gun by a six-gun they die.                                                                         It’s been a long time now since the town was a boon.                                                                 The jailhouse is empty so’s the Palace Saloon.                                                                   Just one look will tell you that this town was real.                                                              A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill.                                                                  Walk up to the fence there and look at the view;                                                                           That’s where they were hangin’ eighteen-eighty-two.                                                            It’s easy to see where the brave men died;                                                              Rope marks on the old tree are now petrified.                                                             At night when the moon shines so far away                                                                          It gets mighty lonesome lookin’ down on their graves.                                                               There lies Billy Klen; never wanted to kill                                                                      but he’s there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill.