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Glenn Frey, John David Souther,
Don Henley, Jackson Browne

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 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.
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

'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton
He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time
And then he laughed and said I'm goin'
And so he left that peaceful life behind...

you can find the guitar tabs for this song at Dansm's Eagles Tabs Page