Lyrics:

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