Tombstone

Walking on the wooden slats Past the hitching posts Where cowboys tied their trusty steeds A town with many ghosts A boomtown that was lawless With Doc and all the Earps Past the Bird Cage Theatre Where entertainment was rehearsed Into the famous Big Nose Kate’s With outlaws playing cards Hiding ace’s in their sleeves The danger disregarded Apparitions of saloon hags And six gun toting men Of silver miners in dusty clothes In this smoky, godless den Pick up the Tombstone Epitaph To read the local news No one shot and no one robbed According to these reviews What must it have been like In this wild and wicked town In the late 1880’s When this boomtown was founded History was in the making A county seat able to survive For tourists like us on afternoons To see that it still thrives As we drive North and leave this place Past legendary Boot Hill All the ghosts put back to rest Though it still may raise some chills