[Intro]
Here lies Les Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No less, no more

[Verse]
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 looking down on their graves
There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill
But he's there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill

[Outro]
Boot Hill