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 law 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...
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