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,
there's a town they call Tombstone
[G]
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 boon.
[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 Klen; never wanted to kill,
[Em] [D][G]
but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.
[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,
there's a town they call Tombstone
[G]
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 boon.
[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 Klen; never wanted to kill,
[Em] [D][G]
but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.