Tombstone in her youth, was like a
lovely lady,
Tho dressed in all her finery,
still, she seemed a little shady,
Beautiful and beckoning, she stood
tall and proud,
but beneath her cool facade, there
hung a tainted shroud,
She stood with arms outstretched,
To welcome every stranger,
But behind those painted, smiling
lips, there was a lurking danger.
She played, she danced, she sang
her song,
she was as gracious as could be,
And she invited both the good and
bad, to keep her company,
The cowboy and the lawman, the
outlaw and the clerk,
All competed for her charms and
her every perk.
She wooed them to her side, with
her false affections
they were blinded by her charms,
and could only see perfection,
This lady grew and aged, and
looked back across the years
Oh, the things that she has seen,
caused her eyes to fill with tears
Now she stands, still beautiful,
but slightly bent with age,
She sometimes now remembers, all
the love, the hate, the rage
All of it did fill her town, as
she does recall,
The fires, the shootings in the
streets and gunfights in the halls
This was far too much for her to
take, so she tried to steal away
But someone dearly loved her, and
begged for her to stay
To again become the Lady, that she
once had been,
to paint her lips and smile and
welcome strangers once again
This lady stands as a monument to
all of those who tried
to win her hand, her heart, her
soul, and to those who died
Through it all, she still stands,
as a memory, not a lie
That the town of Tombstone truly
is
a Town Too Tough To Die!
