Doolin-Dalton

[Verse] They were dueling, 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 lying 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 moving, Doolin-Dalton Till your shadow sets you free If you're fast, and if you're lucky You will never see that hanging tree Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waiting for the names And a man could use his back, or use his brains But some just went stir crazy, Lord, cause nothing ever changed Until Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton He was working cheap, just biding time Then he laughed and said, I'm going And so he left that peaceful life behind Mm