The Ballad of Danny Bailey (1909-1934)

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? Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Now it's all over, Danny Bailey

And the harvest is in

Dillinger's dead, oh, oh, oh

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 a-bugged him

And he found faith in danger

A lifestyle to live by

A running gun youngster

In a sad restless age, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

Now it's all over, Danny Bailey

And the harvest is in

Dillinger's dead, oh, oh, oh

I guess the cops won again

Now it's all over, Danny Bailey

And the harvest is in