Tombstone

Many years ago at a rodeo
a cowgirl I met.
She had flowing hair,
and a haunting smile.
Man my sites had just been set.

Well it didn’t take long to win my heart,
so we set a wedding date.
My girl took me to Tombstone;
said she wanted to celebrate.

We were sipping brews
with the cowboys,
hanging out at Big Nose Kate’s,
when over her shoulder
in the bar room mirror
I caught a glimpse of our hopeless fate.

Just a stranger in a shroud of dust,
but his spirit filled the room.
A tall dark gun slinging Mystery Man
just filled my future with doom.

A talk dark Mystery Man appeared,
A man married to the land.
He wore boots and spurs
and a long black coat,
and his hat bore the Stetson brand.

When she saw what I saw in the mirror that day
I could see her fading away.
She followed him out of that bar room
through the dust of a dying day.

The look in his eye, the set of his jaw
a sane man don’t forget.
Many had died by his hand and his gun;
didn’t wanna meet my fate yet.

I knew if I tried to follow,
Boot Hill wasn’t far away.
There’d be marker with my name on it,
Saying I’d died that day.

Now I’m not a man who runs from a fight;
I know how to use a gun.
But there was something about
that Mystery Man
that made me wanna run.

Yep, I lost my love in Tombstone
to a tall dark Mystery Man.
He wore boots and spurs
and a long black coat,
And his hat bore the Stetson brand.

Strapped to his side that colt forty five,
He’d leveled many a man.
Speaking no words, he tipped his hat.
I knew it was out of my hands.

Tombstone’s a town with spirit
some say too tough to die.
Cowboys ain’t no thing of the past
and that Mystery Man ain’t no lie.

So if your girl wants to take you to Tombstone,
better know your love won’t survive.
You’ll lose her there to that Mystery Man…
A man that ain’t alive.