Danny Bailey

Some punk with a shotgun

Killed young Danny Bailey

In cold blood,

In the lobby of a downtown hotel

Killed him in anger,

A force he couldn't handle

Helped pull the trigger

That cut short his life

Now there's not many knew him

The way that we did

Sure ... 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

He found facing danger,

A lifestyle to live 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

―Bernie Taupin