Lyrics

High noon in the Arizona sun not
a cloud in the sky
Warm desert breezes carry sweet
smells of china berries by

The hollow sound of foot steps on
these dusty old boardwalks
Allen Street transports you to
another place in time.

Tombstone……Where the old west comes alive
In the town too tough to die.
On the wind voices whisper in my ear
Shadows playing tricks with my mind

Somethin in the air sends
shivers down my spine
In this dusty old ghost town
built around a mine.

Outlaws and lawman all trying to make a buck
Fortunes blur the lines between
right, wrong and luck,
in a town
Still ruled by gunpowder, whiskey and wine

Tombstone……Where the old west comes alive
In the town too tough to die.
On the wind voices whisper in my ear
Shadows playing tricks with my mind

Tombstone……Where the old west comes alive
In the town too tough to die.
On the wind voices whisper in my ear
Shadows playing tricks with my mind

In the town too tough to die.
In the town too tough to die.