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
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
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 running gun youngster in a sad restless age