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