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Doolin-Dalton -- The Eagles
They were duelin',
High or low,
it was the same:
and faithless women,
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 law books now,
They're no damn good.
Better keep on movin',
'Til your shadows 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.