Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
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In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
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Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle
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Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life
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And there's not many knew him the way that we did
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Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't most hungry kids
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Now it's all over Danny Bailey
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And the harvest is in
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Dillinger's dead
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I guess the cops won again
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Now it's all over Danny Bailey
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And the harvest is in
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We're running short of heroes back up here in the hills
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Without Danny Bailey we're gonna have to break up our stills
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So mark his grave well `cause Kentucky loved him
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Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him
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And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by
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A running gun youngster in a sad restless age
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The Ballad Of Danny Bailey
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| Elton John |
