They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God's will, Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeyville Two voices call to you from where they stood Lay down your lay books now They're no damn good Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton 'Til your shadow sets you free If you're fast, and if you're lucky You will never see that hangin' tree
Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names And a man could use his back, or use his brains But some just went stir crazy, Lord, 'cause nothin' ever changed 'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time Then he laughed and said,'I'm goin,' And so he left that peaceful life behind Mm...
