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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.
Well, the stage was set, the sun was sinkin' low down
as they came to town to face another showdown.
The lawmen cleared the people from the streets,
"All you bloodthirsty bystanders, will you try to find your seats?"
Watch 'em duelin', Doolin-Dalton,
high or low, it's all the same.
Easy money and faithless women,
you will never kill the pain.
Go down, Bill Doolin' don't you wonder why
sooner or later we all have to die?
Sooner or later, that's a stonecold fact,
four men ride out and only three ride back.
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