| They were duelin', 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-eye whiskey for the pain
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| Go down, bill dalton, it must be god’s will,
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| Two brothers lyin' dead in coffeyville
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| Two voices call to you from where they stood
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| Lay down your lay books now
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| They’re no damn good
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| Better keep on movin', doolin-dalton
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| 'til your shadow sets you free
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| If you’re fast, and if you’re lucky
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| You will never see that hangin' tree
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| Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
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| Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names
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| And a man could use his back, or use his brains
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| But some just went stir crazy, lord, 'cause nothin' ever changed
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| 'til bill doolin met bill dalton
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| He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time
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| Then he laughed and said,'i'm goin,'
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| And so he left that peaceful life behind
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| Mm… |