Some punk with a shotgun

Killed young Danny Bailey

In cold blood, in the lobby

Of a downtown motel



Killed him in anger

A force he couldn't handle

Helped pull the trigger

That cut short his life



And there's not many knew him

The way that we did

Sure enough he was a wild one

But then aren't most hungry kids



Now it's all over Danny Bailey

And the harvest is in

Dillinger's dead

I guess the cops won again

Now it's all over Danny Bailey

And the harvest is in



We're running short of heroes

Back up here in the hills

Without Danny Bailey

We're gonna have to break up our stills



So mark his grave well

'Cause Kentucky loved him

Born and raised a proper

I guess life just bugged him



And he found faith in danger

A lifestyle he lived by

A running gun younster

In a sad restless age

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