Lyrics:

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
'Til your shadow sets you free
And 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

'Til 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, 'hind

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