Killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby
Of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger,
A force he couldn't handle,
Helped pull the trigger
That cut short his life
And there's not many knew him
The way that we did,
Sure enough he was a wild one,
But then aren't most hungry kids ?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey,
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny Bailey,
And the harvest is in
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny Bailey,
And the harvest is in
We're running short of heroes
Back up here in the hills,
Without Danny Bailey
We're gonna have to break up our stills
So mark his grave well
`Cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper,
I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger,
A lifestyle he lived by
A runnin' gun youngster
In a sad restless age
Back up here in the hills,
Without Danny Bailey
We're gonna have to break up our stills
So mark his grave well
`Cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper,
I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger,
A lifestyle he lived by
A runnin' gun youngster
In a sad restless age
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