Here lies Les Moore, D four slugs from a forty-four, G no Les no more. EG Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson, ED where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home, there's a town they call Tombstone G where the brave never cry. EDG They live by a six-gun, by a six-gun they die. EG It's been a long time now since the town was a boon. ED The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon. G Just one look will tell you that this town was real. EDG A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill. EG Walk up to the fence there and look at the view; Dm That's where they were hangin', eighteen-eighty-two. G It's easy to see where the brave men died; EG Rope marks on the old tree are now petrified. EG At night, when the moon shines so far away, ED It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves. G There lies Billy Klen; never wanted to kill, EG but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.