Karaoké The Ballad of Danny Bailey (1909–34) Elton John

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

Sue enough he was a wild one but then aren't most hungry kids

Oh oh ho woah ho woah ho

Now it's all over

Danny Bailey and the harvest is in

Dillinger's dead

Oh oh 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 'cos Kentucky loved him

Born and raised proper

I guess life just bugged him and he

Found faith in danger

A lifestyle he lived by

A runnin' gun youngster in a sad restless age

Oh oh oh woah ho woah ho

Now it's all over

Danny Bailey and the harvest is in

Dillinger's dead

Oh oh oh

I guess the cops won again

Now it's all over

Danny Bailey and the harvest is in

Ah hah oh ho

Ah hah oh ho

Ah hah ah ooh