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They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton.
High or low, it was the same:
Easy money and faithless women,
Red-eye w hiskey 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 law books now,
They're no damn good.
Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton,
'Til your shadow sets you free.
If you're fast and if you're lucky,
You will ne ver 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 o r use his brains,
But some just went stir crazy,Lord,
'cause nothin' ever changed
'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton.
He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time.
Then he laughed and said, 'I'm goin''
And so he le ft that peaceful life behind.
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Mm...
