A
graveyard in the
Wild West, usually reserved for
undesirables like
gunfighters,
outlaws,
town drunks, and those who couldn't
afford a
proper burial in the town
cemetery.
Also, an old
blues song, written by an
unknown songwriter. It's one of the more
menacing blues songs, in which a
man tells his
woman to go
fetch him his
gun so he can
kill her. My favorite
versions (recorded by
Stevie Ray Vaughan and
Johnny Winter) feature
screaming guitar and
growling
vocals.
"Look up on the wall, baby,
Hand me down my shootin' iron.
Look up on the wall, baby,
Hand me down my shootin' iron.
Call your mama long-distance.
Tell her expect your body home."
"If the city don't bury you, baby,
Lord knows the county will.
If the city don't bury you, baby,
Lord knows the county will.
You made your last mistake.
You goin' way out on Boot Hill."
"Well, I don't wanna wax you, honey,
'Cause you gave me my first thrill.
I don't wanna wax you, woman,
'Cause you gave me my first thrill.
You made your last mistake.
You goin' way out on that Boot Hill."