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 ,
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 .
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 ,
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 .
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