Another Bad Day At Boothill Graveyard

So … here's the story:

I was home one night, reading the November issue of PASTE magazine. PASTE runs a monthly column called 'The Ugly American' by a writer named Hollis Gillespie. It's a really great column, and this month it was on Boothill Graveyard, Tombstone, Arizona. The title: “Another Bad Day At Boothill Graveyard.”

Well, that seemed to be the perfect title for a song, so off I went. I even put Hollis in the song (she gets to shoot me in the last verse). I knocked out a guitar & vocal demo on the song, found her website: http://www.hollisgillespie.com (check it out - she's written loads of cool stuff!!!) and I e-mailed her an MP3.

Next thing you know, Hollis zips me back an e-mail; she digs the track and was not offended at all that I portrayed her as a gambling drunk who shoots her lover. (Fair play to her!!!). Hollis decides to share the MP3 with a few folks … and next thing you know, someone with very questionable taste in music decided that it would be a good idea to post an MP3 of the song on the PASTE website: http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article/6187/pasted_issue_39
(Scroll down to the “Listen” section of the web page)

Have a great day!
Life … You Never Know Where It'll Lead You,
Scott

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 you doing lover man
Then she sat down at the table as I dealt
She ordered up a shot then tipped the girl a buck
She said to follow this, bring 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 there?

Doc was on my right, he had a big pile of chips
Wyatt was standing behind him - at the bar
You were drinking hard & 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 even bother 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 there?

When I finally came back the 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 & ball Colt felt good
You fired once and 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 follow me there?

It's another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
I see you putting fresh roses on my grave
Another bad day at the Boothill Graveyard
I see you putting fresh roses on my grave