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So fill up your glasses,
Где уши и Клентоны,
And join in the song.
Они разыграли свою игру.
The law’s right behind you,
Они заплатили свои грехи
And it won’t take long.
И они проиграли в розыгрыше.
So come, you coyotes
Для ушений они были быстрее
And howl at the moon,
И они были законом.
Till there’s blood upon the sawdust,
Так что будьте осторожны, ковбои
In The Last Chance Saloon.
Кто жаждет греха.

Если уходы являются законодателями
On your way then you cowboys,
Ты не собираешься победить.
The time will be soon,
When there's blood upon the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon.

It's your last chance of cussing
At a gunfighter's doom,
It's your last chance of nothin'
At the Last Chance Saloon!
Till there's blood on the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon.

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 sing you a tune,
For whatever's in your wallet
At the Last Chance Saloon.

On your way then, you lawmen,
The time will be soon,
When there's blood upon the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon.

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'll find.
When there's blood upon the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon.
When there's blood upon the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon!

You've a good chance of dyin',
It's your last chance to hide.
There won't be no flyin'
Till your last, long ride.
There's gamblers from Denver,
There's guns from the South,
And many a Cowboy
With a dry dry mouth.
There's a ragtime piana'
And a small back room,
For to sleep off your troubles
In the Last Chance Saloon.

With rings on their fingers
And bells on their toes,
The girls come to Tombstone
In their high silk hose.
You've a good chance of dying,
It's your last chance to hide;
There won't be no flyin'
'Til your last, long ride.
You've a good chance of swingin',
It's your last chance to hide.
And your last chance at singin'
Till your last long ride.

So pick him up gentle
And carry him slow,
He's gone kind of mental
Under Earp's heavy blow.
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.

It's your last chance of earning
Your gunfighters fee.
The pay is in dollars,
But the bullets are free.
It's your last chance of cussing
At a gunfighters doom.
It's your last chance of nothin'
It's the Last Chance Saloon.

So it's curtains for Charlie,
That barman of fame.
He met Johnny Ringo
And he knew Johnny's name.
He knew Johnny's name
And he spoke it out loud.
Now Charlie the barman
Has gotten a shroud.
He knew Johnny's name
And he spoke it out loud.
Now Charlie the barman
Has gotten a shroud.

Johnny Ringo has found her.
Johnny Ringo's found Kate.
The gunslinger's got her,
Now what is her fate?
Johnny Ringo has seen her,
She's coming his way.
Johnny Ringo and Katie
Were lovers, they say.

It's curtains for Warren,
They've gunned the kid down.
And them bad, cruel outlaws
Are heading for town.
On your way then you cowboys
The time will be soon
When there's blood on the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon.

He knew Johnny's name
And he spoke it out loud.
Now Charlie the barman
Has gotten a shroud.
It's curtains for Warren,
They've gunned the kid down.
And them bad, cruel outlaws
Are heading for town.
On your way then you cowboys,
The time will be soon
When there's blood on the sawdust
In the Last Chance Saloon.

So the Earps and the Clantons
Are aimin' to meet,
At the OK Corral
Near Calamity Street.
It's the OK Corral
Boys of gun fighting fame,
Where the Earps and the Clantons,
They played out the game.
They played out the game
And we nevermore shall
Hear a story the like
Of the OK Corral.

So the cards, they are drawn
An' the chips, they are down,
Them outlaws and lawmen
Are headin' for town.
And the Earps and the Clantons
Are aimin' to meet
At the OK Corral
Near Calamity Street.

So them bad, cruel outlaws
Are meeting up soon.
And they've drunk their last drink
In the Last-Chance Saloon.

It's the OK Corral
Boys of gun fighting fame,
Where the Earps and the Clantons,
They played out their game.
They paid their sins
And they lost on the draw.
For the Earps they was faster
And they was the law.
So beware all you cowboys
Who's yearning to sin.
If the Earps is the lawmen
You ain't gonna win.