Some punk with a shotgun
Killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood,
In the lobby of a downtown hotel
Killed him in anger,
A force he couldn't handle
Helped pull the trigger
That cut short his life
Now there's not many knew him
The way that we did
Sure ... 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
He found facing danger,
A lifestyle to live 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
―Bernie Taupin