They were Doolin
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 lying dead in
Coffeeville
Two voices call to you from
Where they stood
Lay down your law books now they're
No damn good
You better keep on moving
Doolin-Dalton
Until your shadow sets you free
If you're fast
And if you're lucky
You will never see the hanging tree
The towns lay out across the dusty plains
Like graveyards filled with tombstones
Waiting for their names
Dealing death some men found their fame
Some just went stir crazy Lord, cuz nothing ever changed
Until Bill Doolin
Met Bill Dalton
He was working cheap
Just biding time
Then smiled and said I'm going
As he left his peaceful life behind