Intro:
Verse 1:
They were Doolin, Doolin-Dalton.
High or low, it's all the same.
Easy money, faithless women,
Red eye whiskey for the pain.
Verse 2:
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.
Verse 3:
Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton.
'Til your shadow's set you free.
If you're fast, if you're lucky,
You will never see that hangin' tree.
Bridge:
Well, the towns lay out across the dusty
plains.
Like grave yards 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!
Verse 4:
'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton.
He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time.
Then he laughed, said I'm a goin'.
So he left that peaceful life behind.