Doolin-Dalton - Eagles
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 'Till 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
'Till 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
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