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Here lies Les Moore,
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four slugs from a forty-four,
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no Les no more.

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Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson,
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where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home,

there's a town they call Tombstone
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where the brave never cry.
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They live by a six-gun, by a six-gun they die.

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It's been a long time now since the town was a boon.
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The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon.
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Just one look will tell you that this town was real.
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A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill.

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Walk up to the fence there and look at the view
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That's where they were hangin', eighteen-eighty-two.
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It's easy to see where the brave men died
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Rope marks on the old tree are now petrified.

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At night, when the moon shines so far away,
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It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves.
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There lies Billy Klen; never wanted to kill,
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but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.