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 law 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...
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Doolin-Dalton
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