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The Ballad Of Boot Hill ukulele

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Here lies Les Moore,

G
four slugs from a forty-four,

             C

no Les no more.


                Am                 C

Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson,

          Am                             G

where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home,


there's a town they call Tombstone

                C

where the brave never cry.

                        Am       G                            C

They live by a six-gun, by a six-gun they die.


                         Am                                            C

It's been a long time now since the town was a boon.

                         Am                                    G

The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon.

                                                                 C

Just one look will tell you that this town was real.

                         Am       G                         C

A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill.


                         Am                                     C

Walk up to the fence there and look at the view;

                                     Am                                  G

That's where they were hangin', eighteen-eighty-two.

                                                          C

It's easy to see where the brave men died;

                              Am      G                     C

Rope marks on the old tree are now petrified.


                              Am                           C

At night, when the moon shines so far away,

                       Am                                               G

It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves.

                                                             C

There lies Billy Klen; never wanted to kill,

                                   Am      G                        C

but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.
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