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