Doolin Dalton

Em G They were Doolin, Doolin-Dalton. Em G G7 High or low, it's all the same. C Em Easy money, faithless women, A C G Red eye whiskey for the pain. Em G Go down Bill Dalton it must be God's will. Em G G7 Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeyville. C Em Two voices call to you from where they stood. A C Lay down your law books now they're no damn G good. Em G Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton. Em G G7 'Til your shadow's set you free. C Em If you're fast, if you're lucky, A C G You will never see that hangin' tree. Em G Well, the towns lay out across the dusty C plains. Am Like grave yards filled with tombstones, Em waitin' for the names. G G7 And a man could use his back or use his C brains. Am But some just went stir crazy Lord, 'cause D nothin' ever changed! Em G 'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton. Em G G7 He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time. C Em Then he laughed, said I'm a goin'. A C G So he left that peaceful life behind.