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
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