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