Lyrics:

G. Frey, J. Browne, D. Henley, J.D. Souther)



They were doolin, doolin-dalton

High or low, it was the same

Easy money, and faithless women

Red eye whiskey for the pain.



Go down little dalton, it must be God's will

Two brothers lyin dead in Coffeeville.

Two voices call to you from where they stood,

'Lay down your lawbooks now, they're no damn good.'



Better keep on movin, doolin-dalton

Till your shadow sets you free.

And if you're fast, and if you're lucky,

You will never see that hangin tree.



Well the towns lay out across the dusty plain

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 they're doolin Neville Dalton

He was workin cheap, just buyin time

And then he laughed and said I'm goin

And so he left that peaceful life behind