The Walls of a Prison

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 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 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)