The Ballad of Boot Hill (Mono)

Here lies Les Moore

Four slugs from a .44

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 sixgun, by a sixgun they die

It's been a long time now since the town was a boom

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 hanging, 1882

It's easy to see where the brave men have died

Rope marks on the oak tree are now petrified

At night, when the moon shines so far away

It gets mighty lonesome looking down on their graves

There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill

But he's there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill

Boot Hill