| Song | Doolin-dalton (Instrumental) |
| Artist | Eagles |
| Album | The Studio Albums 1972-1979 Limited Edition |
| 作词 : J. D. Souther/Jackson Browne/Don Henley/Glenn Frey/Jim Ed Norman | |
| 作曲 : J. D. Souther/Jackson Browne/Don Henley/Glenn Frey/Jim Ed Norman | |
| They were Doolin', Doolin' Dalton | |
| High or low, it was the same | |
| Easy money, and faithless women | |
| Red-eyed whiskey | |
| For the pain | |
| Go down the hill Dalton | |
| It must be God's will | |
| Two brothers lying there | |
| In coffee will | |
| Two voices call to each, to where they | |
| stood | |
| Lay down your law books now | |
| They're no damn good | |
| Better on moving, Doolin-Dalton | |
| Kill your shadow, set you free | |
| If you're fast and if you're lucky | |
| You will never, see that hanging | |
| through | |
| Well, the towns lay across the dusty | |
| plains | |
| Like graveyards filled with tombstones | |
| Waiting for the names | |
| And a man can use, ever used his | |
| brains | |
| With some that just went crazy lord | |
| Cause nothing ever changed | |
| Till then Doolin let his Dalton | |
| He was working cheap, just about a | |
| dime | |
| And then he left and said I'm going | |
| So he left that peaceful life behind |
| zuò cí : J. D. Souther Jackson Browne Don Henley Glenn Frey Jim Ed Norman | |
| zuò qǔ : J. D. Souther Jackson Browne Don Henley Glenn Frey Jim Ed Norman | |
| They were Doolin', Doolin' Dalton | |
| High or low, it was the same | |
| Easy money, and faithless women | |
| Redeyed whiskey | |
| For the pain | |
| Go down the hill Dalton | |
| It must be God' s will | |
| Two brothers lying there | |
| In coffee will | |
| Two voices call to each, to where they | |
| stood | |
| Lay down your law books now | |
| They' re no damn good | |
| Better on moving, DoolinDalton | |
| Kill your shadow, set you free | |
| If you' re fast and if you' re lucky | |
| You will never, see that hanging | |
| through | |
| Well, the towns lay across the dusty | |
| plains | |
| Like graveyards filled with tombstones | |
| Waiting for the names | |
| And a man can use, ever used his | |
| brains | |
| With some that just went crazy lord | |
| Cause nothing ever changed | |
| Till then Doolin let his Dalton | |
| He was working cheap, just about a | |
| dime | |
| And then he left and said I' m going | |
| So he left that peaceful life behind |