INTRO: A   A/G#   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                 A     C#
Red eye whiskey for the pain

F#m                           A              C#
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
       B                                  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                                       E                       C#m
But some just went stir crazy, Lord 'cause nothin' ever changed

          F#m              A
'Till Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton
                 F#m               A       A7
He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time
          D                        F#m
Then he laughed and said, "I'm goin',"
            B         E
And so he left that peaceful life behind

OUTRO: A   E   F#m   A7   D   C#m   Bm   E  D  F#

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