Lyrics:

They were duelin&ampapos;, 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&ampapos;s will, Two brothers lyin&ampapos; dead in Coffeyville Two voices call to you from where they stood Lay down your lay books now They&ampapos;re no damn good Better keep on movin&ampapos;, Doolin-Dalton &ampapos;Til your shadow sets you free If you&ampapos;re fast, and if you&ampapos;re lucky You will never see that hangin&ampapos; tree Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin&ampapos; for the names And a man could use his back, or use his brains But some just went stir crazy, Lord, &ampapos;cause nothin&ampapos; ever changed &ampapos;Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton He was workin&ampapos; cheap, just bidin&ampapos; time Then he laughed and said,&ampapos;I&ampapos;m goin,&ampapos; And so he left that peaceful life behind Mm...