Thirty Seconds, Tombstone – a Tombstone, Arizona song by Tanuki Thunder

Verse 1

October twenty-sixth, eighteen eighty-one
Cold wind down on Fremont, under a winter sun
Four men in long coats walkin' side by side
Virgil said "throw up your hands," and nobody could hide
Behind the O.K. Corral, in a narrow little lot
Thirty seconds later, there were thirty shots

Chorus

Thirty seconds, Tombstone, that's all it took
To carve your name in every Western history book
From the O.K. Corral to the Boothill stones
The Epitaph keeps tellin' the tales of the bones
So pour another round, let the legends ride
Thirty seconds, Tombstone, you're too tough to die

Verse 2

John Clum came to town with a press and a dream
Eighteen eighty, May, ink still runnin' clean
Said "no Tombstone is complete without its epitaph"
His friends said that name would kill it, now who gets the last laugh
"Earp brothers justified" in bold across the page
And the Tombstone Epitaph is still printin' to this day

Chorus

Thirty seconds, Tombstone, that's all it took
To carve your name in every Western history book
From the O.K. Corral to the Boothill stones
The Epitaph keeps tellin' the tales of the bones
So pour another round, let the legends ride
Thirty seconds, Tombstone, you're too tough to die

Bridge

Up on Boothill, the McLaurys and Billy Clanton lie
Wooden markers fadin' under that big desert sky
And old Les Moore took four slugs from a forty-four
Whether it's truth or a tall tale, there ain't no Les no more

Final Chorus

Thirty seconds, Tombstone, that's all it took
To carve your name in every Western history book
From the O.K. Corral to the Boothill stones
The Epitaph keeps tellin' the tales of the bones
So pour another round, let the legends ride
Thirty seconds, Tombstone, you're too tough to die
Yeah, Tombstone, you're too tough to die