G# Here lies Les Moore, D# four slugs from a forty-four, G# no Les no more. Fm G# Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson, Fm D# where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home, G# there's a town they call Tombstone where the brave never cry. Fm D# G# They live by a six-gun, by a six-gun they die. It's been a long time now since the town was a boom. The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon. Just one look will tell you that this town was real. A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill. Walk up to the fence there and look at the view That's where they were hanging eighteen eighty two It's easy to see where the brave men have died Rope marks on the oak tree are now petrified At night when the moon shines so far away It gets mighty lonesome looking down on their graves There lies Billy Clanton never wanted to kill But he's there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Подобрать аккорды без баррэ Аппликатуры аккордовA ![]() D# ![]() Fm ![]() G# ![]() |
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