Here lies, less more, four slugs from a fortyfour; No less, no more. Out in Arizona, just south 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 six gun, by a six gun 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 old tree are now petrified. At night when the moon shines so far away, It gets mighty lonesome looking down on the grave. There lies Billie Clanton never wanted to kill, But he?s there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill. Note: In 1881, Billie Clanton along with Tom McLowery and Frank McLowery was shot down on the streets of Tombstone by Wyatt Earp and his deputies. Just before his death, Clanton called to Doc Holliday, Don't shoot me. I don't want to fight.?
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