Some punk with a shotgun
k**ed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby
Of a downtown motel
k**ed 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 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