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The Eagles Doolin Dalton
Doolin-Dalton 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 lay books now They're no damn good Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton 'Til your shadow sets you free 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 Mm...
Twenty-One Twenty-one and strong as I can be I know what freedom means to me And I can't give the reason why I should ever want to die Got no cause to be afraid Or fear that life will ever fade 'Cause as I watch the rising sun I know that we have just begun
I might spend my life upon the road Just tryin' to add to what I know Then someday I might settle down And all my friends will be around
They say a man should have a stock and trade But me, I'll find another way I believe in getting what you can And there ain't no stoppin' this young man
Because I'm you and fast as I can be I know what freedom means to me And I can't give the reason why, I should ever want to die No I can't give the reason why I should ever want to die
Out Of Control Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well, I can hear the night wind howlin' It's a high and lonesome sound And I ain't had a woman in so long I can't feed my starvin soul Come on, saddle up, boys, we're gonna ride into town We're gonna get a little out of control
There's a card game in the corner And the barmaid smiled at me Well, I tipped her a sliver dollar and she brought me a drink for free
All the town-folk call her the cheap one And the gamblers call her Flo Come on, set 'em up again I got me a friend and I think I'm gettin' out of control Oh,oh,oh
She's cool water, her momma taught her I got news, she's mine and mine alone And if anybody's lookin' for trouble You know I'm the one you want to try
Well, I'll fight any man who wants to And I don't care who or why
You got to gamble on your story You got no guts, you get no glory And I'm bettin' my money on an ace in the hole Think I'm gettin' out of control
Tequila Sunrise It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on the dreams he planned to try The days go by
Ev'ry night when the sun goes down Just another lonely boy in town And she's out runnin' 'round
She wasn't just another woman And I couldn't keep from comin' on It's been so long Oh, and it's a hollow feelin' when It comes down to dealin' friends It never ends
Take another shot of courage Wonder why the right words never come You just get numb It's another tequila sunrise,this old world still looks the same, Another frame, mm...
Desperado Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow
Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able You know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine It's hard to tell the night time from the day You're loosin' all your highs and lows Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
Certain Kind of Fool He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah, He wants to sing, oh yeah, He wants to see the lights a flashin' and listen to the thunder ring
He saw it in a window The mark of a new kind of man He kinda liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his hand He took it to the country and practiced for days without rest And then one day he felt if, He knew he could stand with the best
They got respect, oh yeah, He wants the same, oh yeah, And it's a certain kind of fool who Like to hear the sound of his own name Oo...
A poster on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man He had a reputation spreading like fire throughout the land It wasn't for the money, at least it didn't star t that way It wasn't for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday
Doolin-Dalton (Instrumental) Instrumental
Outlaw Man I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a Bible In the other I've got a gun Well, don' you know me I'm the man who won Woman don't try to love me Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
First left my woman, it was down in Santa Fe Headed for Oklahoma, I was ridin' night and day All of my friends are strangers, They quickly come and go
And all my love's in danger, 'Cause I steal hearts and souls Woman, don't try to love me Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man oo....
Woman, don't try to love me Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Some me call me Abel, Some men call me Cain, Some men call me sinner, Lord Some men call me saint
Some say there's a Jesus Some men say there ain't When you got no life to lose Then there's nothin' left to gain Outlaw man Outlaw man
Saturday Night Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow And I swore that I loved her and gave her a ring The bluebird was high on the wing
Whatever happened to Saturday night Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight? She said,"Tell me, oh, tell me, was I all right?" Whatever happened to Saturday night?
The years brought the railroad It ran by my door Now there's boards on the windows And dust on the floor And she passes the time at another man's side And I pass the time with my pride
What a tangled web we weave Go 'round with circumstance Someone show me how to tell the dancer From the dance
What ever happened To Saturday night? Choosin' a friend and loosin' a fight She said,"Tell me, oh, tell me, are you alright?" Whatever happened to Saturday night? Whatever happened to Saturday night?
Bitter Creek Once I was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek) Out where the desert meets the sky Is where I go when I wanna hide
Oh, peyote (oh,peyote,mm) She tried to show me (tried to show me) You know there ain't no cause to weep at Bitter Creek (Bitter Creek) Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
We're gonna hit the road for one last time We can walk right in and steal 'em blind All that money (All that money,ooh..) No more runnin' (No more runnin') I can't wait to see the old man's face When I win the race (Bitter Creek) Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, Doo doo doo doo doo Doo..........
Doolin-Dalton/Desperado Reprise 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' fin'lly 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 tomorrow) Maybe tomorrow Maybe tomorrow Desperado Desperado
Well the stage was set the sun was sinkin' 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
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