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Ballad of the Clanton Blood – Outlaw Family of Tombstone's West 🔥
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
In the Sulphur Spring dust, ‘neath a merciless sky,
Old Man Clanton carved his truth with a steely eye.
Newman, the father, with a rebel’s cold creed,
Raised three sons on grit, with a rustler’s need.
From Mormon trails to Arizona’s plain,
He taught ‘em to fight, to bear the Clanton name.
(Verse 2)
Ike, the eldest, with a tongue sharp as spurs,
His boasts stirred the wind, set the saloons to a blur.
Quick to draw, quicker to curse and to fight,
He led the clan’s charge in the moon’s pale light.
Phin, the quiet, with a gambler’s sly grin,
Watched the shadows for lawmen closin’ in.
🔁 HOOK
Blood don’t wash in the desert rain,
Clanton boys ride through dust and pain.
(Verse 3)
Young Billy, just a boy, but with fire in his veins,
A Colt on his hip, no fear of the chains.
At Tombstone’s dark gate, where the legends collide,
He stood with his kin, where the brave and the damned died.
The O.K. Corral, where the bullets sang true,
Took Billy’s last breath ‘neath a sky cold and blue.
(Chorus)
Clanton blood in the desert’s red glow,
Brothers bound, where the wild winds blow.
From stolen herds to a lawman’s cold stare,
Their name rides the sagebrush, a curse in the air.
(Verse 4)
Old Man Clanton fell ‘fore the Tombstone fray,
Ambushed at Guadalupe, where the smugglers play.
His ghost lingered on in the sons he’d raised tough,
In the cattle they rustled, in the whiskey they quaffed.
From Drew’s Station dreams to the border’s grim line,
They chased fleeting gold, but found death’s design.
(Verse 5)
The Earps and the Doc, with their badges and steel,
Met the Clantons at noon, where the West’s wounds don’t heal.
October’s cold dust saw the gunfire’s cruel dance,
Three against four, in a moment’s last chance.
Ike fled the storm, but Billy’s blood stained the ground,
Phin’s heart kept on beating, but no peace was found.
🔁 HOOK
Blood don’t wash in the desert rain,
Clanton boys ride through dust and pain.
(Bridge)
Some call ‘em outlaws, some call ‘em kin,
In Cochise County’s shadow, where the lost souls begin.
The Earps wore the star, but the truth’s hard to tell,
When the devil’s in the deal, and the smoke smells of hell.
A father’s fierce pride, three sons’ reckless flame,
The Clanton blood burns in the West’s endless game.
(Verse 6)
Now the canyon winds whisper of their lonesome trail,
Of hoofbeats and gunshots, of a family’s hard tale.
From Charleston’s rough streets to Animas’ red sand,
They carved a dark path with a six-gun in hand.
No angels would claim ‘em, no preacher would pray,
But their story’s alive where the saguaros sway.
(Final Chorus)
So raise a lone glass in the desert’s cruel hush,
To the Clanton boys’ fire, turned to ash and to dust.
A name carved in blood on the canyon’s old stone,
Three sons and their father — their legend’s their own.
(Outro)
Through fire and shame, their story won’t fade,
The Clanton blood runs where the West’s debts are paid.
In the silence of Tombstone, where the ghosts softly roam,
The ballad of their name finds a hard, lonesome home.
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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
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