Tijdens mijn reis door het zuidwesten van de Verenigde Staten geraakte ik in het plaatsje Tombstone, Arizona. Vroeger was Tombstone een florerend mijnstadje, tegenwoordig meer een trekpleister voor toeristen. Je waant je in Tombstone in de tijd van het wilde westen. Legendarisch is het vuurgevecht tussen cowboys en wetshandhavers op 26 oktober 1881 in de OK Corral. De sheriff Wyatt Earp speelt de hoofdrol in het nummer Our town.

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A band of rustlers roamed the land
Stealing cattle, I’d understand
They closed the border to Mexico
Agitation began to grow

I was working as a deputy
In the southern Arizona territory
The elections were coming up
Being a sheriff is a well paid job

I shout your name, but you don’t hear me calling
Shot my gun and I can see you falling
Down the dirt of Fremont street
You don’t carry your piece around
Between the limits off our town
Between the limits of our town

To burst my chances I had to find out
The stages robbers whereabouts
I really don’t know who broke the deal
I can imagine the way you feel

I shout your name, but you don’t hear me calling
Shot my gun and I can see you falling
Down the dirt of Fremont street
You don’t carry your piece around
Between the limits off our town
Between the limits of our town

We had a drink, played the game
Broke it up at 7 am
I went down home, to go to bed
But I remembered the words you said

I shout your name, but you don’t hear me calling
Shot my gun and I can see you falling
Down the dirt of Fremont street
You don’t carry your piece around
Between the limits off our town
Between the limits of our town

You don’t carry your piece around
Between the limits off our town
Between the limits of our town

Muzikanten:

Frank Kooijman: zang, banjo en piano
Marrit van Brummelen: zang en gitaar
Kas van Diepen: zang en contrabas
Patrick ten Wolde: zang en drums