Letra de Doolin-dalton

They were duelin´, Doolin-Dalton.
High or low, it was the same
Easy money and faithless women,
Red-eye whiskey for the pain.
Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God´s will,
Two brothers lyin´ dead in Coffeyville,
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,
´Til your shadow sets you free.
If you´re fast and if you´re lucky,
You will never see that hangin´ tree.

Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
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
´Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton.
He was workin´ cheap, just bidin´ time.
Then he laughed and said, "I´m goin´"
And so he left that peaceful life behind.
Mm...