DOOLIN DALTON

(EAGLES)

      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