Tombstone
Take my heart to Tombstone,
Away from hill and tree,
Sell my horse to injuns
But give the saddle free
Outside haunts a spectre,
He has his eye on me, so
Take my heart to Tombstone,
And hang it from a tree
Blood and friendship’s now
Long gone, only rivers run
True free, so take my heart
To Tombstone, OK Coral
For me
Put my gun behind the bar
The bullets and the belt,
If a bad man passes by
Hot lead he should be dealt
And if one evening’s scented
Breeze a whippoorwill calls new,
remember me, proud Wyatt Earp,
with six-gun justice true
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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