Boot Hill

Look up on the wall, baby.  
Hand me down my shootin iron.

Look up on the wall, baby.  
Hand me down my shootin iron.

Call your mother long distance. 
Tell her to expect your body home.

If the city don't bury you baby, 
lord knows the county will.

If the city don't bury you baby,
 lord knows the county will.

You made your last mistake.  
You're goin way out on that boot hill
[slide guitar solo]

Now I don't want to wax you darlin 
cause you gave me my first thrill.

Now I don't want to wax you baby 
cause you gave me my first thrill.

You did me so wrong.  
You goin way out on that boot hill