They were Doolin, Doolin-Dalton
High or low, it was the same
Easy money, and faithless women
Red eye whiskey for the pain.
Two brothers lyin dead in Coffeeville.
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
Well the towns lay out across the dusty plain
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
Till Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton
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Well the stage was set, the sun was sinkin lowdown.
Sooner or later we all have to die.
Sooner or later, that's a stone cold fact.