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 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 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