Текст песни The Ballad of Danny Bailey (1909-34) - Elton John

The Ballad of Danny Bailey (1909-34)

Some punk with a shotgun\nKilled young Danny Bailey\nIn cold blood, in the lobby\nOf a downtown motel.\nKilled him in anger,\nA force he couldn’t handle,\nHelped pull the trigger\nThat cut short his life.\nAnd there’s not many knew him\nThe way that we did,\nSure enough he was a wild one\nBut then aren’t most hungry kids?\nNow it’s all over Danny Bailey,\nAnd the harvest is in.\nDillinger’s dead\nI guess the cops won again\nNow it’s all over Danny Bailey,\nAnd the harvest is in.\nWe’re running short of heroes\nBack up here in the hills,\nWithout Danny Bailey\nWe’re gonna have to break up our stills.\nSo mark his grave well\n'Cause Kentucky loved him.\nBorn and raised proper\nI guess life just bugged him.\nAnd he found faith in danger,\nA life style he lived by,\nA runnin' gun youngster\nIn a sad restless age.