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