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...