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The Ballad Of Boot Hill

Tono: G

Introducción:

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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.
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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.
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There lies Billy Klen  never wanted to kill,
                                                                                             Em              D                            G  
but he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill.