Intro :                                      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 Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton Be was workin cheap just buyin time And then he laughed and said I'm goin And so he left that peaceful life behind.