Tombstone, Arizona, 1881
There was a gunfight in the desert
Hell-fire in the sun
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
There’s four men just starin’ at four men starin’ back
Who could help but flinchin’ with the devil on their backs
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
You can see you’re up against a legend
So many notches on his gun
Not a smooth place on his barrel
And the shooting’s just begun
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
Big Ike Clanton and his boys struck like lightnin’, strikin’, frightenin’
And how Doc Holiday spat and cursed, a cussin’ curse
Marshall Wyatt Earp and his brothers, were roarin’ thunder and blastin’ fireworks
Who will be checkin’ out of the Grand Hotel
At the O.K. corral?
Who will be saddlin’ up for the Sundown trail
At the O.K. corral?
There are tombstone, tombstones, tombstone, Arizona
From back in eigtheen, eighteen, eighteen, eighty-one
There was a shoot-out, a gunfight, a shoot-out in the desert
Hell-fire in the sun
Who will be checkin’ out of the Grand Hotel
At the O.K. corral?
Who will be saddlin’ up for the Sundow trail
At the O.K. corral?
Where your pistol is your only pal
At the O.K. corral
Lyrics Submitted by Marie Harel