LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Ballad of Danny Bailey (1909-34)
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny BaileyIn cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motelKilled him in anger, a force he couldn't handleHelped pull the trigger that cut short his lifeAnd there's not many knew him the way that we didSure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't mosthungry kidsNow it's all over Danny BaileyAnd the harvest is inDillinger's deadI guess the cops won againNow it's all over Danny BaileyAnd the harvest is inWe're running short of heroes back up here in thehillsWithout Danny Bailey we're gonna have to break up our stillsSo mark his grave well `cause Kentucky loved himBorn and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged himAnd he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived byA running gun youngster in a sad restless age
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