Lyrics
Verse 1
Thirteen hundred people and a whole lot of prideSame boardwalk, same dust, same sun on the Allen Street sideStagecoach rolling slow past the Crystal Palace doorGunfight at two o'clock, just like a hundred years beforeMonsoon cracks the sky, we don't run, we don't hidePour another round and let the thunder roll on by
Chorus
We're still standing in the dust and the heatStill got boots on the boards of Allen StreetThey said this town would fade into the pastBut Tombstone's built to lastYeah, Tombstone's built to lastStill too tough to die
Verse 2
The silver's long gone and the mines filled up with rainThe silver's long gone and the mines filled up with rainThey moved the county seat, but we never moved awayBoothill on the hill keeps the old souls in lineHelldorado every fall, we bring the whole town back in timeShopkeepers, cowboys and the bartender's callThis town took every punch and never took the fall
Chorus
We're still standing in the dust and the heatStill got boots on the boards of Allen StreetThey said this town would fade into the pastBut Tombstone's built to lastYeah, Tombstone's built to lastStill too tough to die
Bridge
Fire took it twice, and the water took the goldHighway passed us by, but this town don't foldRaise your glass to the stubborn and the freeThat's Tombstone, that's you and me
Final Chorus
We're still standing in the dust and the heatStill got boots on the boards of Allen StreetThey said this town would fade into the pastBut Tombstone's built to lastYeah, Tombstone's built to lastStill too tough to dieStill too tough to die