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