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They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton.
High or low, it was the same:
E asy m oney and faithless women,
Red-eye whiskey for the pai n.
Go down, Bill Dalton, it must b e God's will,
Two brothers lyin' dead in C offeyville,
T wo voices call to you from where they stood.
Lay down your law books now,
They're n o damn good.
Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton,
'Til your shadow sets you free.
I f you're f ast and if you're lucky,
You will never s ee that hangin' tree.
Well, the towns lay out ac ross the dusty p lains
Like graveyards filled with tombstones,
waitin' for the names.
And a m an could use his back o r use his br ains,
But some just went stir crazy,Lord,
'cause nothin' ever changed
'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton.
He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time.
T hen he l aughed and said, 'I'm goin''
And so he left that peaceful life behind.
Mm...
