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 law books 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
Written by: JACKSON BROWNE, J.D. SOUTHER, DON HENLEY, GLENN FREY
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