The Ballad Of Boot Hill Chords by Johnny Cash
Tempo:
83.175 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Fm
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G]
One day in 1881, the [Dm] Tombstone Epitaph, a [G] booming newspaper in a booming [B] silver mining
town, [Em] screamed out the headlines about a gunfight at the O.K. [Bm] Corral right downtown.
[G] The headlines read, Murder in the Streets of Tombstone.
[A] [G] Well, that wasn't such hot news, but more stark and spine-chilling than that was a sight
[B] on the boardwalk in front of [D] the Epitaph building.
[Eb] Neatly laid out in beautiful caskets were [A] the bodies of Tom McClowry, [D] Frank McClowry,
and young Billy Clinton, 28 years old.
A witness at [G] the trial later said that he saw Doc Holliday blast away with a nickel-plated
pistol [Dm] and Billy Clinton screamed, Don't shoot me.
I don't want to fight.
[G]
Today there's [N] no more silver mining in Tombstone, but up there on Boot Hill, you can [D] see where
the graves of the men are.
The ones who fought over are because of a big silver strike that created Tombstone.
[Abm] Here lies less more, [Eb] four slugs from a [Ab] .44,
no less, no more.
Out [Fm] in Arizona, just south [Ab] of Tucson, [Eb] [Ab] [Eb] where [Fm] tumbleweeds tumble in search [Eb] of a home, there's
a town they call Tombstone, where the [Ab] brave never cry.
[Eb] [Ab] They live [Fm] by a six [Eb]-gun, by a six [Ab]-gun they die.
It's been [Fm] a long time now since the [Ab] town was a boon.
The [Fm] jailhouse is empty, so's the [Eb] palace saloon.
Just one look will tell you that this [Ab] town was real.
A [Fm] secluded old dirt [Eb] road leads up [Ab] to Boot Hill.
Walk up [Fm] to the fence there and look [Ab] at the view.
That's where [Fm] they were hanging, [Eb]
1882.
It's easy to see where the brave [Ab] men have died.
[Fm] Rope marks on the old [Eb] tree are now [Ab]
petrified.
[Fm] At [Ab] night [Fm] when the moon shines so [Ab] far away, it [Fm] gets mighty lonesome looking down [Eb] on their grave.
There lies Billy, never wanted [Ab] to kill, [Fm] but he's there with the guilty [Eb] way up on Boot Hill.
[Ab] At night when the moon shines so far away, it gets mighty lonesome looking down on their grave.
One day in 1881, the [Dm] Tombstone Epitaph, a [G] booming newspaper in a booming [B] silver mining
town, [Em] screamed out the headlines about a gunfight at the O.K. [Bm] Corral right downtown.
[G] The headlines read, Murder in the Streets of Tombstone.
[A] [G] Well, that wasn't such hot news, but more stark and spine-chilling than that was a sight
[B] on the boardwalk in front of [D] the Epitaph building.
[Eb] Neatly laid out in beautiful caskets were [A] the bodies of Tom McClowry, [D] Frank McClowry,
and young Billy Clinton, 28 years old.
A witness at [G] the trial later said that he saw Doc Holliday blast away with a nickel-plated
pistol [Dm] and Billy Clinton screamed, Don't shoot me.
I don't want to fight.
[G]
Today there's [N] no more silver mining in Tombstone, but up there on Boot Hill, you can [D] see where
the graves of the men are.
The ones who fought over are because of a big silver strike that created Tombstone.
[Abm] Here lies less more, [Eb] four slugs from a [Ab] .44,
no less, no more.
Out [Fm] in Arizona, just south [Ab] of Tucson, [Eb] [Ab] [Eb] where [Fm] tumbleweeds tumble in search [Eb] of a home, there's
a town they call Tombstone, where the [Ab] brave never cry.
[Eb] [Ab] They live [Fm] by a six [Eb]-gun, by a six [Ab]-gun they die.
It's been [Fm] a long time now since the [Ab] town was a boon.
The [Fm] jailhouse is empty, so's the [Eb] palace saloon.
Just one look will tell you that this [Ab] town was real.
A [Fm] secluded old dirt [Eb] road leads up [Ab] to Boot Hill.
Walk up [Fm] to the fence there and look [Ab] at the view.
That's where [Fm] they were hanging, [Eb]
1882.
It's easy to see where the brave [Ab] men have died.
[Fm] Rope marks on the old [Eb] tree are now [Ab]
petrified.
[Fm] At [Ab] night [Fm] when the moon shines so [Ab] far away, it [Fm] gets mighty lonesome looking down [Eb] on their grave.
There lies Billy, never wanted [Ab] to kill, [Fm] but he's there with the guilty [Eb] way up on Boot Hill.
[Ab] At night when the moon shines so far away, it gets mighty lonesome looking down on their grave.
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G]
One day in 1881, the [Dm] Tombstone Epitaph, a [G] booming newspaper in a booming [B] silver mining
town, [Em] screamed out the headlines about a gunfight at the O.K. [Bm] Corral right downtown.
[G] The headlines read, Murder in the Streets of Tombstone.
[A] _ [G] Well, that wasn't such hot news, but more stark and spine-chilling than that was a sight
[B] on the boardwalk in front of [D] the Epitaph building.
[Eb] Neatly laid out in beautiful caskets were [A] the bodies of Tom McClowry, [D] Frank McClowry,
and young Billy Clinton, 28 years old.
A witness at [G] the trial later said that he saw Doc Holliday blast away with a nickel-plated
pistol [Dm] and Billy Clinton screamed, Don't shoot me.
I don't want to fight.
[G] _
Today there's [N] no more silver mining in Tombstone, but up there on Boot Hill, you can [D] see where
the graves of the men are.
The ones who fought over are because of a big silver strike that created Tombstone.
[Abm] Here lies less more, [Eb] four slugs from a [Ab] .44,
no less, no more.
Out [Fm] in _ Arizona, _ just south [Ab] of Tucson, [Eb] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] where [Fm] tumbleweeds tumble _ in search [Eb] of a home, _ _ there's
a town they call _ Tombstone, where the [Ab] brave never cry.
[Eb] _ [Ab] _ They live [Fm] by a six [Eb]-gun, by a six [Ab]-gun they die.
_ _ It's been [Fm] a long time now since the [Ab] town was a boon.
_ _ The [Fm] jailhouse is empty, _ so's the [Eb] palace saloon.
_ _ Just one look will tell you that this [Ab] town was real.
_ _ A [Fm] secluded old dirt [Eb] road leads up [Ab] to Boot Hill.
_ _ Walk up [Fm] to the fence there and look [Ab] at the view.
_ _ That's where [Fm] they were hanging, _ _ _ [Eb]
1882.
_ _ It's easy to see where the brave [Ab] men have died.
_ [Fm] _ Rope marks on the old [Eb] tree are now [Ab]
petrified.
_ [Fm] At [Ab] night [Fm] when the moon shines so [Ab] far away, _ it [Fm] gets mighty lonesome _ looking down [Eb] on their grave.
_ _ There lies Billy, _ _ _ never wanted [Ab] to kill, _ _ [Fm] but he's there with the guilty _ [Eb] _ way up on Boot Hill.
[Ab] _ At night when the moon shines so far away, it gets mighty lonesome looking down on their grave.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G]
One day in 1881, the [Dm] Tombstone Epitaph, a [G] booming newspaper in a booming [B] silver mining
town, [Em] screamed out the headlines about a gunfight at the O.K. [Bm] Corral right downtown.
[G] The headlines read, Murder in the Streets of Tombstone.
[A] _ [G] Well, that wasn't such hot news, but more stark and spine-chilling than that was a sight
[B] on the boardwalk in front of [D] the Epitaph building.
[Eb] Neatly laid out in beautiful caskets were [A] the bodies of Tom McClowry, [D] Frank McClowry,
and young Billy Clinton, 28 years old.
A witness at [G] the trial later said that he saw Doc Holliday blast away with a nickel-plated
pistol [Dm] and Billy Clinton screamed, Don't shoot me.
I don't want to fight.
[G] _
Today there's [N] no more silver mining in Tombstone, but up there on Boot Hill, you can [D] see where
the graves of the men are.
The ones who fought over are because of a big silver strike that created Tombstone.
[Abm] Here lies less more, [Eb] four slugs from a [Ab] .44,
no less, no more.
Out [Fm] in _ Arizona, _ just south [Ab] of Tucson, [Eb] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] where [Fm] tumbleweeds tumble _ in search [Eb] of a home, _ _ there's
a town they call _ Tombstone, where the [Ab] brave never cry.
[Eb] _ [Ab] _ They live [Fm] by a six [Eb]-gun, by a six [Ab]-gun they die.
_ _ It's been [Fm] a long time now since the [Ab] town was a boon.
_ _ The [Fm] jailhouse is empty, _ so's the [Eb] palace saloon.
_ _ Just one look will tell you that this [Ab] town was real.
_ _ A [Fm] secluded old dirt [Eb] road leads up [Ab] to Boot Hill.
_ _ Walk up [Fm] to the fence there and look [Ab] at the view.
_ _ That's where [Fm] they were hanging, _ _ _ [Eb]
1882.
_ _ It's easy to see where the brave [Ab] men have died.
_ [Fm] _ Rope marks on the old [Eb] tree are now [Ab]
petrified.
_ [Fm] At [Ab] night [Fm] when the moon shines so [Ab] far away, _ it [Fm] gets mighty lonesome _ looking down [Eb] on their grave.
_ _ There lies Billy, _ _ _ never wanted [Ab] to kill, _ _ [Fm] but he's there with the guilty _ [Eb] _ way up on Boot Hill.
[Ab] _ At night when the moon shines so far away, it gets mighty lonesome looking down on their grave.
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