Ballad Of Boot Hill

[G]Here lies Les Moore,
[D]four slugs from a forty-four,
no Les no more.          [G]

Out in Arizona, [Em]just south of Tucson,            [G]
where tumbleweeds tumble in sear[Em]ch of a home,                  [D]

there's a town they call Tombstone
where the brave never cry.          [G]
They live by a six-gun, [Em]by a six-[D]gun they die.                [G]

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

Walk up to the fence ther[Em]e and look at the view;                [G]
That's where they were hangin', eight[Em]een-eighty-two.                     [D]
It's easy to see where the brave men died;                [G]
Rope marks on the old tree are[Em] now pet[D]rified.               [G]

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

(Boot Hill.)