Lyrics
Verse 1
Nellie Cashman fed the miners at the Russ House doorAngel of Tombstone, never turned away the poorFly snapped his pictures by the corral that daySmoke in the alley, and the legends rode awayNow we serve the coffee and we pour the beerSame kind of spirit keeps us standing here
Chorus
We're the last ones standing when the dust clears outLoud and proud, ain't no doubtRough hands, big hearts, and a stubborn streakTombstone don't do weakNo, Tombstone don't do weakWe're the last ones standing
Verse 2
Morgan fell at the billiard hall in eighty-twoWyatt rode for vengeance, and the town rode throughHundred years of ghost tales and a thousand more to tellEvery night on Allen Street, we raise a little hellRanchers in from Sonoita, bikers in from Benson wayFind a stool, you're family, you're welcome here to stayWe're the last ones standing
Chorus
We're the last ones standing when the dust clears outLoud and proud, ain't no doubtRough hands, big hearts, and a stubborn streakTombstone don't do weakNo, Tombstone don't do weakWe're the last ones standing
Bridge
Wind can blow and the sun can burnEvery hard-luck year, we learnSame old stars over the same old streetStill Tombstone, still can't be beat
Final Chorus
We're the last ones standing when the dust clears outLoud and proud, ain't no doubtRough hands, big hearts, and a stubborn streakTombstone don't do weakNo, Tombstone don't do weakWe're the last ones standingWe're the last ones standing