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


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