They were duelin`, Doolin-Dalton, high or low, it was the same. Easy money and faithless women, redeye 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 lawbooks 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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