They were Duelin'
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 duelin'
Doolin-Dalton
Till your shadow
Sets you free

And if you're faaaast
And if you're lucky
You may never
See that hangin' tree

All 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

Till Bill Doolin
Met Bill Dalton
He was workin' cheap
Just bidin' time

Then he laughed and said: I'm goin'
So he left that peaceful life behind