One day on 1881 the Tombstone Epitaph A booming newspaper in a booming silver mining town Screamed out the headlines about a gunfight at the OK Corral right downtown The headlines read Murder In The Streets Of Tombstone Well that wasn't such hot news but more stark and spine chilling Than that was a sight on the boardwalk in front of the Epitaph building Neatly laid out in beautiful caskets were the bodies of Tom McLowery Frank McLowery and young Billy Clanton twenty eight years old A witness at the trial later said that he saw Doc Holliday Blast away with a nickel plated pistol And Billy Clanton screamed don't shoot me I don't wanna fight Today there's no more silver mining in Tombstone But up there on Boot Hill you can see where the graves of the men are The ones who fought over or because of that big silver strike that created Tombstone
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)