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,

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 proper

I guess life just bugged him.

And he found faith in danger,

A life style he lived by,

A runnin' gun youngster

In a sad restless age.