| Lyrics: | G. Frey, J. Browne, D. Henley, J.D. Souther)
They were doolin, doolin-dalton
High or
low, it was the same
Easy money, and faithless women
Red eye whiskey for the
pain.
Go down little dalton, it must be God's will
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
Till your shadow sets you
free.
And if you're fast, and if you're lucky,
You will never see that hangin
tree.
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 they're doolin Neville
Dalton
He was workin cheap, just buyin time
And then he laughed and said I'm goin
And
so he left that peaceful life behind |
