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#m Red eye whiskey for the pain F#m A C#m Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God's 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 law books now, they're no damn good C#m F#m A Better keep on movin', Doolin' Dalton C#m F#m A A7 'Till your shadow sets you free D F#m If you're fast and if you're 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 A7 D And a man could use his back or use his brains Bm But some just went stir crazy, E C#m Lord 'cause nothin' ever changed F#m A 'Till Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton C#m F#m A A7 He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time D F#m Then he laughed and said, "I'm goin'," B E A E F#m And so he left that peaceful life behind | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A7 C#m D E Em Em7 F#m B Bm |