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 Coffeeville.
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.
And 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.