Lyrics
Verse 1
Built on a mesa they called Goose FlatsNothing but rock and some hard-luck catsNow the old courthouse stands at Toughnut and ThirdWhere the judge read the law and the gallows had the last wordRose Tree's still blooming from eighteen eighty-fiveEverything planted here learns how to survive
Chorus
We got Goose Flats grit, desert in our veinsWe drink the dust and we pray for rainYou can knock us down, but we get back upTombstone, fill that cupYeah, Tombstone, fill that cupWe got Goose Flats grit
Verse 2
Old Ed Schieffelin sleeps out west of townUnder a pile of stone where he wanted to lie downPickups on the boardwalk, tourists on the stageSame old swinging doors and the same old wild rageSunset turns the Dragoons to fire and goldThis town ain't young, but it never gets old
Chorus
We got Goose Flats grit, desert in our veinsWe drink the dust and we pray for rainYou can knock us down, but we get back upTombstone, fill that cupYeah, Tombstone, fill that cupWe got Goose Flats grit
Bridge
They wrote us off in the history booksCome on down and take a lookThe legend's loud, but the people are louderEvery year we just get prouder
Final Chorus
We got Goose Flats grit, desert in our veinsWe drink the dust and we pray for rainYou can knock us down, but we get back upTombstone, fill that cupYeah, Tombstone, fill that cupWe got Goose Flats gritWe got Goose Flats grit