Doolin
Dalton - Jackson Browne, Glen Frey, Don Henley, John David Souther
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 Coffeyville
Two
voices call to you from where they stood
Lay
down your lay books now
They're
no damn good
Better
keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton
'Til
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
'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
Mm...