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.