[ Предположительная тональность: G ] 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.
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