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They were duelin’, 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’s will,
Two brothers lyin’ dead in coffeyville
Two voices call to you from where they stood
Lay down your lay 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 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
’til 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
Mm...
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