Tin stars on their chest, the Earps take charge The Clantons and McLaurys are still at large Doc Holliday by their side, the Earps gain morale Ready for a fight, they head towards the Corral
The time has come to walk the line It's a time for blood or a time to kill You draw your guns and you might Die die die die tonight You're gonna end up in Boot Hill
Guns are blazing and bullets enter flesh You won't survive the Corral if you're only second best The cowboys are defeated and the losing it stings Red sashes on the run from the reckoning