Here lies less more 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)