G
Here lies Les Moore,
D
four slugs from a forty-four,
             G
no Les no more.
 
          Em                     G
Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson,
                  Em                       D
where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home,
                                                          G
there's a town they call Tombstone where the brave never cry.
               Em      D                  G
They live by a six-gun, by a six-gun they die.

                 Em                            G
It's been a long time now since the town was a boom.
                 Em                        D
The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon.
                                               G
Just one look will tell you that this town was real.
               Em       D                   G
A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill.

               Em                             G
Walk up to the fence there and look at the view;
                       Em                         D
That's where they were hangin', eighteen-eighty-two.
                                        G
It's easy to see where the brave men died;
                  Em      D              G
Rope marks on the old tree are now petrified.

                   Em                    G
At night, when the moon shines so far away,
               Em                                   D
It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves.
                                             G
There lies Billy Clanton; never wanted to kill,
                        Em     D                   G
but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.