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Ballad of Boothill
Outin Arizona, just south of Tucson
There tumbleweed, 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 the die.
It's been a long time now, since 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, leds up to Boot Hill
Walk ub to the bench there, an look at tha view
That's where they were hangin' - 1882
It's easy to see where the brave men have died
Rope marks on the old tree, are now petrified
At the night when the moon shines, so far away
It gets mighty lonesome lookin' down to their graves
There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill
But he's there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill.
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