The Eagles

They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton,
high or low, it was the same.
Easy money and faithless women,
redeye 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 lawbooks now, they're no damn good.
Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton,
till your shadow sets you free.
If you're fast and if you're lucky,
you will never see that hangin' tree.