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, 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 proper, I guess life just bugged him    And he found faith in danger, a life style he lived by    A runnin' gun youngster in a sad restless age       Now it's all over Danny Bailey, and the harvest is in    Dillinger's dead, oh, I guess the cops won again    Now it's all over Danny Bailey, and the harvest is in