Some punk with a shotgun
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?
Oh-no, oh-oh, oh-oh
Now it's all over, Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead
Oh-oh-oh
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 proper, I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger
A life style he lived by
A runnin' gun youngster
In a sad restless age
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Now it's all over, Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead
Oh-oh-oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over, Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
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