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They were Doolin', 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-eyed whiskey |
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For the pain |
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Go down the hill Dalton |
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It must be God's will |
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Two brothers lying there |
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In coffee will |
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Two voices call to each, to where they |
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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 on moving, Doolin-Dalton |
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Kill your shadow, set you free |
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If you're fast and if you're lucky |
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You will never, see that hanging |
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through |
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Well, the towns lay across the dusty |
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plains |
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Like graveyards filled with tombstones |
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Waiting for the names |
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And a man can use, ever used his |
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brains |
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With some that just went crazy lord |
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Cause nothing ever changed |
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Till then Doolin let his Dalton |
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He was working cheap, just about a |
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dime |
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And then he left and said I'm going |
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So he left that peaceful life behind |
