Tombstone, Arizona

In eighteen-eighty two, the town of Tombstone, Arizona found its fame, Inside its streets and cemetery it began to live up to its name; The silver mines were making men as rich as they could ever hope to be, And all the gamblers and the gunmen and the madams wrote its history. October twenty-seventh was the day that no one ever can forget, But what exactly happened there nobody quite agrees on, even yet; But we all know for sure is some men stood and shot some other men who fell; The good and bad and black and white are something no one knows enough to tell. But legends live when men begin to die, And no one knows what’s true, and what’s a lie, And Tombstone, Arizona died a long, long time ago… The cowboys all were cattle thieves who died inside of Tombstone’s streets that day, The lawmen who had killed them all were gamblers who’d do anything for pay, The bodies, they were buried with the truth, inside the graveyard out of town; When Wyatt Earp and both his brothers met those men, they gunned them to the ground. The marshals won the battle, but the time for men like them was running short; Then Wyatt lost his brothers, but he didn’t take the murdererto a court; He killed the killers, so they even swore a warrant for his head; But Wyatt Earp died in nineteen twenty eight, so peaceful in his bed.