Doolin-Dalton

 

 

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1. They were duellin’, Doolin Dalton, high or low, it was the same.
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Easy money and faithless women, red eye whiskey for the pain.

 

Refr. Go down Bill Dalton, it must be God’s will, two brothers lyin’ dead in Coffeyville.
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Two voices call to you from where they stood, lay down your law books now, they’re no damn good.

 

2. Better keep on movin’, Doolin Dalton ‘till your shadow sets you free.
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If you’re fast and if you’re lucky you will never see that hanging tree.

 

Bridge. Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains like graveyards filled with tombstones waiting for their names.
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And a man could use his back or use his brains, but some just went stir crazy, Lord, ‘cause nothing ever changed…

 

3. …’til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton. He was working cheap, just biding time.
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Then he laughed and said, I’m going and so he left that peaceful life behind.

 

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