The Ballad of Boot Hill

Lyrics for The Ballad of Boot Hill

Here lies Les Moore Four slugs from a forty-four No less 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 lookin' 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)