The Ballad Of Boot Hill

G here lies les moore , D four slugs from a forty - four , G no les no more . Em G out in arizona , just south of tucson , Em D where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home , there’s a town they call tombstone G where the brave never cry . Em D G they live by a six - gun , by a six - gun they die . Em G it’s been a long time now since the town was a boon . Em D the jailhouse is empty , so’s the palace saloon . G just one look will tell you that this town was real . Em D G a secluded old dirt road leads up to boot hill . Em G walk up to the fence there and look at the view; Em D that’s where they were hangin’ , eighteen - eighty - two . G it’s easy to see where the brave men died; Em D G rope marks on the old tree are now petrified . Em G at night , when the moon shines so far away , Em D it gets mighty lonesome , lookin’ down on their graves . G there lies billy klen; never wanted to kill , Em D G but he’s there with the guilty , way up on boot hill .