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 law 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...