Goose Flats Grit – a Tombstone, Arizona song by Tanuki Thunder

Verse 1

Built on a mesa they called Goose Flats
Nothing but rock and some hard-luck cats
Now the old courthouse stands at Toughnut and Third
Where the judge read the law and the gallows had the last word
Rose Tree's still blooming from eighteen eighty-five
Everything planted here learns how to survive

Chorus

We got Goose Flats grit, desert in our veins
We drink the dust and we pray for rain
You can knock us down, but we get back up
Tombstone, fill that cup
Yeah, Tombstone, fill that cup
We got Goose Flats grit

Verse 2

Old Ed Schieffelin sleeps out west of town
Under a pile of stone where he wanted to lie down
Pickups on the boardwalk, tourists on the stage
Same old swinging doors and the same old wild rage
Sunset turns the Dragoons to fire and gold
This town ain't young, but it never gets old

Chorus

We got Goose Flats grit, desert in our veins
We drink the dust and we pray for rain
You can knock us down, but we get back up
Tombstone, fill that cup
Yeah, Tombstone, fill that cup
We got Goose Flats grit

Instrumental Guitar Solo

Bridge

They wrote us off in the history books
Come on down and take a look
The legend's loud, but the people are louder
Every year we just get prouder

Final Chorus

We got Goose Flats grit, desert in our veins
We drink the dust and we pray for rain
You can knock us down, but we get back up
Tombstone, fill that cup
Yeah, Tombstone, fill that cup
We got Goose Flats grit
We got Goose Flats grit