No Les No More Boot Hill Boogie Remix – a Tombstone, Arizona song by Tanuki Thunder

Verse 1

Out in Tombstone, where the tumbleweeds roll,
There's a graveyard called Boot Hill, full of stories of old.
Cowboys and outlaws, they rest side by side,
With markers carved deep where the brave ones died.
Walk the dusty path, hear the old winds moan,
Past rows of legends who never made it home.

Verse 2

Lester Moore was a Wells Fargo man, tough as they come,
Argued over a package with a fella named Dunstan.
Four hot slugs from a .44 cut him to the bone,
But Lester fired back once and laid Dunstan low.
He went down swingin', gave as good as he got,
Now his witty stone tells the tale that time forgot.

Chorus

Boot Hill, Boot Hill, where the tough ones lie,
Under Arizona stars and a big wide sky.
Here lies Lester Moore, four slugs from a .44,
No Les, no more — yeah, he settled the score!
Yee-haw! Boot Hill boogie, dance on their graves,
Life's too short for hatin', better ride those waves!

Verse 3

From gunfights at the O.K. Corral, to cards in the saloons,
These old boys lived hard under the desert moon.
Some wore the badge, some rode the wild side,
But every grave here holds a story deep and wide.

Chorus

Boot Hill, Boot Hill, where the tough ones lie,
Under Arizona stars and a big wide sky.
Here lies Lester Moore, four slugs from a .44,
No Les, no more — yeah, he settled the score!
Yee-haw! Boot Hill boogie, dance on their graves,
Life's too short for hatin', better ride those waves!

Bridge

So tip your hat to the ghosts in the ground,
They fought for honor when the chips were down.
In Tombstone town, the legends never fade,
Grab your boots, let's two-step in the shade!

Chorus (Outro - bigger/fade with whoops)

Boot Hill, Boot Hill, sing it loud and proud,
Where the wild West sleeps beneath the clouds.
Here lies Lester Moore, four slugs from a .44,
No Les, no more — give a cheer once more!
Yee-haw! Boot Hill boogie, all night long,
Tombstone's callin' — sing this old country song!