Elton John - The Ballad of Danny Bailey (1909-1934) lyrics

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 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

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