Lyrics
Intro
Need a cowboy outfitter? Check out the Branding Iron in Tombstone.
Verse 1
Rolled into Tombstone with the sun up highDust on my jeans and a cowboy in my eyeWalked down Allen Street where the legends stoodPast the boardwalk and the old weathered woodSaw a sign hangin' at four hundred eastSaid "come on in, partner, find your fit at least"
Chorus
At the Branding Iron, on Allen StreetGot a Stetson on my head and Tony Lamas on my feetAriat and Justin, Nocona all in a rowFamily-owned since nineteen-eighty, man, it showsIn the Town Too Tough to Die, where the old West still runs freeGet your brand at the Branding Iron, on Allen Street
Verse 2
They moved into the Hafford, that saloon of oldWhere cowboys spent their silver and whiskey was goldNow there's boots on the shelf where the bar used to beAnd a friendly smile sayin' "try these on for me"Minnetonka moccasins for the lady in pinkGot a belt and a buckle, shinin' brighter than you'd think
Chorus
At the Branding Iron, on Allen StreetGot a Stetson on my head and Tony Lamas on my feetAriat and Justin, Nocona all in a rowFamily-owned since nineteen-eighty, man, it showsIn the Town Too Tough to Die, where the old West still runs freeGet your brand at the Branding Iron, on Allen Street
Bridge
Doc and Wyatt never had it this goodNever found a hat that fit like a hat shouldOpen ten to five, seven days a weekCome on in and tell 'em, you're the next legend they'll meet
Final Chorus
At the Branding Iron, on Allen StreetGot a Stetson on my head and Tony Lamas on my feetAriat and Justin, Nocona all in a rowFamily-owned since nineteen-eighty, man, it showsIn the Town Too Tough to Die, where the old West still runs freeGet your brand at the Branding Iron, on Allen StreetYeah, get your brand at the Branding Iron, on Allen Street