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

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