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Some punk with a shotgun killed - young Danny Bailey -
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In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel.
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Killed him in anger. A force he couldn't handle -
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helped pull the trigger that cut short his life.
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And there's - not many knew him the way that we did.
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Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't most hungry kids?
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Oh - ohhh...
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Now it's all over Danny Bailey - and the harvest is in.
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Dillinger's dead. Oh - oh - oh I guess the cops won again.
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Now it's all over Danny Bailey - and the harvest is in.
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We're running short of heroes - back up here in the hills.
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Without Danny Bailey we're gonna have to - break up our stills.
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So mark his grave well - `cause Kentucky loved him.
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Born and raised a proper, I guess - life just bugged him.
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And he - found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by.
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A running gun youngster in a sad restless age.
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Oh - ohhh...
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- and the harvest is in. Ah-ah-ah. Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah - Ahh.THE
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