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intro
A F#m A F#m A A7 D F#m B D A E
F#m A
They were duelin, doolin-dalton
F#m A A7
High or low, it was the same
D F#m
Easy money and faithless women
B D A C#
Red-eye whiskey for the pain
F#m A A7
Go down, bill dalton, it must be gods will,
F#m A A7
Two brothers lyin dead in coffeyville
D F#m
Two voices call to you from where they stood
B D A
Lay down your lay books now Theyre no damn good
C#m F#m A
Better keep on movin, doolin-dalton
C#m F#m A A7
til your shadow sets you free
D F#m
If youre fast, and if youre lucky
B D A
You will never see that hangin tree
C#m A D
Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
Bm F#m
Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin for the names
A Em7 D
And a man could use his back, or use his brains
Bm E C#
But some just went stir crazy, lord, cause nothin ever changed
F#m A
til bill doolin met bill dalton
F#m A A7
He was workin cheap, just bidin time
D F#m
Then he laughed and said,Im goin,
B E A
And so he left that peaceful life behind
E F#m A7 D C#m Bm E D F#m
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