The Ballad Of Boot Hill
Here lies less moreFour slugs from a forty-fourNo less no more
Out in Arizona just south of TucsonWhere tumbleweeds tumble in search of a homeThere's a town they call Tombstone where the brave never cryThey live by a sixgun by a sixgun they die
It's been a long time now since the town was a boomThe jailhouse is empty so's the Palace SaloonJust one look will tell you that this town was realA secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill
Walk up to the fence there and look at the viewThat's where they were hanging eighteen eighty twoIt's easy to see where the brave men have diedRope marks on the oak tree are now petrified
At night when the moon shines so far awayIt gets mighty lonesome lookin' down on their gravesThere lies Billy Clanton never wanted to killBut he's there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill (Boot Hill)