| F#m | A | |
| They were du | elin', Doolin' Dalt | on, |
| F#m | A | A7 | |
| High or l | ow, it was the s | ame |
| D | F#m | |
| Easy m | oney, and faithless wo | men |
| B | A | C# | |
| Red eye w | hiskey for the pai | n |
| F#m | A | C# | |
| Go down, Bill Dalton, it must | be God's will |
| F#m | A | A7 | |
| Two brothers lyin' dead in C | offeyville |
| D | F#m | |
| Two voices call to you from wh | ere they stood |
| B | D | A | |
| Lay down your law books now, they're no d | amn good |
| C#m | F#m | A | |
| Better k | eep on | movin', Doolin' Da | lton |
| C#m | F#m | A | A7 | |
| 'Till | you | r shadow sets yo | u free |
| D | F#m | |
| If you're f | ast and if you're lu | cky |
| B | D | A | |
| You will | never | see that hangin' t | ree. |
| C#m | A | D | |
| Well the t | owns lay out ac | ross the dusty p | lains |
| B | F#m | |
| Like gr | aveyards filled with tombstones wai | tin' for the names |
| A | Em7 | A7 | D | |
| And a m | an could use his bac | k or us | e his b | rains |
| Bm | E | C#m | |
| But s | ome just went stir crazy, Lord 'cause not | hin' ever changed |
| F#m | A | |
| 'Till Bill | Doolin met Bill | Dalton |
| F#m | A | A7 | |
| He was workin' ch | eap, just bidin' t | ime |
| D | F#m | |
| Then he la | ughed and said, "I'm goin | '," |
| B | E | |
| And so he le | ft that pe | aceful life behind |
| OUTRO: A E F#m A7 D C#m Bm E D F# |