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