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They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton |
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High or low, it was the same |
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Easy money and faithless women |
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Red-eye whiskey for the pain |
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Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God's will, |
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Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeyville |
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Two voices call to you from where they stood |
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Lay down your law books now |
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They're no damn good |
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Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton |
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'Til your shadow sets you free |
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If you're fast, and if you're lucky |
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You will never see that hangin' tree |
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Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains |
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Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names |
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And a man could use his back, or use his brains |
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But some just went stir crazy, Lord, 'cause nothin' ever changed |
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'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton |
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He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time |
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Then he laughed and said,\"I'm goin,\" |
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And so he left that peaceful life behind |
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Mm... |