Eagles - Doolin-Dalton Lyrics

written: G. Frey, J.D. Souther, D. Henley, and J. Browne
lead vocals: G. Frey and D. Henley
Live Audio: Springfield 1975 (with Reprise)

They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton
High or low, it was the same
Easy money, faithless women
Red-eye whiskey for the pain

Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God's will
Two brothers lying dead in Coffeyville
Two voices call to you from where they stood
Lay down your lawbooks 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 nothing 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


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