Another Bad Day At Boothill Graveyard

Hollis walked in with a Bible in her hand
And a cap and ball Colt in her belt
She looked at me and said, ‘How ya’ doing lover man’
She sat down at the table as I dealt

She ordered up a shot and tip the girl a buck
She said ‘To follow this bring me another one’
I whispered ‘Slow down – drinking hard is bad luck’
She smiled and said ‘Baby – I’ve just begun’

It’s another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
A dead piece of land in the middle of nowhere
Another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
Who’ll be the next to end up here?

Doc was on my right – with a big pile of chips
Wyatt’s standing behind him at the bar
You were drinking hard and betting hard – then you got pissed
When I stood up and folded my cards

I hate to see you when you get this way
So I walked outside for some air
As I turned away I could have sworn I heard you say
Don’t you bother even coming back here

It’s another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
A dead piece of land in the middle of nowhere
Another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
Who’ll be the next to end up here?

When I came back, your bottle was empty
You were stumbling, drunk in the street
I called your name – but I guess you didn’t hear me
Through the booze, the pills and the heat

I touched your shoulder and you spun around
I bet that cap and ball Colt felt good
Your fired once – and baby I went down
After the smoke cleared - After your eyes cleared - After your mind cleared
Then you understood

It’s another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
A dead piece of land in the middle of nowhere
Another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
Who’ll be the next to end up …

Another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
I see ya putting fresh roses on my grave
Another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
I see ya putting fresh roses on my grave