They were dueling Doolin-Dalton
High or low it was the same
Easy money faithless women
Red eye whiskey for the pain
Go down Bill Dalton
It must be God's will
Two brothers lying 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' Doolin-Dalton
'Till your shadow sets you free
If you're fast 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 nothing ever changed
'Till Bill Dooling met Bill Dalton
He was working cheap just biding time
Then he laughed said I'm going
So he left that peaceful life behind
Mm Mm Mm
Mm
