Boot Hill

Boot Hill, Boot hill, how lonely you've made me You've taken all my friends Their voice is still, I hear in the whisper In the sigh of the cold, cold wind Many years ago, my pal had a lover She was a maiden fair They walked upon that hill together And vowed their true love there Boot Hill, Boot hill, how lonely you've made me You've taken all my friends Their voice is still, I hear in the whisper In the sigh of the cold, cold wind Before that night to her he was boasting Any man he could outdraw But the sheriff drew his gun much faster As he fell, I heard him call Boot Hill, Boot hill, how lonely you've made me You've taken all my friends Their voices still I hear in the whisper In the sigh of the cold, cold wind Boot Hill