Songwriters: Souther, J D; Browne, Jackson; Henley, Don; Frey, Glenn;
They were duelin', 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 law books now, they're no damn good
Better keep on movin' Doolin-Dalton
'Til 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 plains
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
Then he laughed and said, "I'm goin' "
And so he left that peaceful life behind
Reprise:
Well the stage was set
The sun was sinking low down
As they came to town
To face another showdown
The lawmen cleared the people
From the streets
All you blood thirsty bystanders
Will you try to find your seats?
Watch 'em duelin', Doolin-Dalton
High or low , it's all the same
Easy money and faithless women
You will never kill the pain
Go down, Bill Doolin, don't you wonder why
Sooner or later we all have to die
Sooner or later, that's a stone cold fact
Four men ride out and only three ride back
The queen of diamonds let you down
She was just an empty fable
The queen of hearts you say you never met
Your twisted fate has found you out
And it's finally turned the tables
Stole your dreams and paid you with regret
Desperado, is there gonna be anything left?
Is there gonna be anything?
(You sealed your fate up a long time ago)
Ain't it hard when you're all alone in the center ring?
Now there's no time left to borrow
Is there gonna be anything left? Only stardust
Maybe, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Desperado, desperado, desperado
Desperado, desperado, desperado
Desperado, desperado, desperado