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