With rings on their fingers And bells on their toes The girls come to Tombstone In their high silk hose. They'll dance on the tables Or give you a tune, For whatever's in your wallet At the Last Chance Saloon. It's your last chance of givin', It's your last chance of rye, It's your last chance at livin' And your last chance to die. It's your last chance of boozing, Where there's no one to mind. It's your last chance of losing And the first place you find. Four days ride from the station And you're leaving at noon And your one consolation Is the Last Chance Saloon.