Out in the desert 'neath the Arizona sun
Lies a graveyard where the wild west was won
Boothill's the name where legends lie
Where the echoes of the gunfights never die
Oh Boothill Graveyard where the outlaws sleep
Me as undertaker all the riches I keep
While all desperados the silver try to claim
I in silens go around and collect their names
Lester Moore they say four slugs from a 44
No Les no more forevermore
Billy Clanton and the McLaury brothers fell
In the gunfight's fury in that bullet hell
Oh Boothill Graveyard where the outlaws sleep
Me as undertaker all the riches I keep
When whisky flowing and guns do sound
I dig another hole in the dusty ground
They say the spirits wander 'neath the starry sky
In the still of the night you can hear them sigh
For the days of the old west now long gone
Yet through me their legends linger on
John Heath met his fate in a lynch mob's sway
Tom Waters by his own hand found his way
The nameless the forgotten lie side by side
In Boothill Graveyard where the wild ones abide
Oh Boothill Graveyard where the outlaws sleep
Me as undertaker all the riches I keep
While all desperados the silver try to claim
I in silens go around and collect their names
So remember my story from this crazy ol' town
There is always a dollar to earn when someone's down
If you good at speaking be a man that collect tax
If you see a miner try sell him a picking axe
Oh Boothill Graveyard where the outlaws sleep
Me as undertaker all the riches I keep
When whisky flowing and guns do sound
I dig another hole in the dusty ground
Dig another hole in the dusty ground
Dig another hole in the dusty ground