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 eighteen eighty two 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
