Doolin dalton

LLevo un tiempo escuchando a este grupo, y he encontrado una canción que incluso llega a emocionarme más que la mítica "Hotel California".
En su disco no menos inquietante "Desperado", homenaje al desierto y su querido peyote(hotel california es más bien una profunda, cínica y oscura visión de la sociedad americana, muchos pensaban que este disco es la crítica más sincera jamás hecha a la témida década de los setenta en estados unidos.)
La canción es doolin dalton y aquí os dejo de lo que "habla", cuenta la historia de unos gangsters muy famosos en el oeste norteamericano.
This song tells the story of the infamous Wild West gang, The Dalton Gang. Formed in 1888, the gang consisted mainly of train robbers in what was the Oklahoma Territory and included the Dalton brothers, Bill Doolin, Bittercreek Newcomb and many other famous outlaws. In 1892, after many members of the gang had already been killed, 5 members including 3 of the Dalton brothers were ambushed and killed in Coffeyville. Bill Doolin, Bill Dalton, Bittercreek Newcomb and Charlie Pierce, the last surviving members, recruited 7 more outlaws and formed the Doolin-Dalton Gang to exact revenge on the deaths and continue on with their lives of crime. The song ends here, leaving what happens afterward unknown, but in real life, by 1898, every member had been killed
La canción:

Por cierto, mención especial a la armónica, que en una canción de este estilo, es tan americana como un buen cigarrillo del norte de virginia.
"Doolin-Dalton"

They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton
High or low, it was the same
Easy money and faithless women
Red-eye whiskey for the pain
Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God's will,
Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeyville
Two voices call to you from where they stood
Lay down your law books now
They're no damn good
Better keep on movin', Doolin-Dalton
'Til your shadow sets you free
If you're fast, and if you're lucky
You will never see that hangin' tree

Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names
And a man could use his back, or use his brains
But some just went stir crazy, Lord, 'cause nothin' ever changed
'Til Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton
He was workin' cheap, just bidin' time
Then he laughed and said,"I'm goin,"
And so he left that peaceful life behind
Mm...
Que la disfruten mis compadres, yo por si acaso, ya tengo mi botella de whisky para aliviar el dolor, posiblemente la frase más maravillosa de una canción, que apesta a lo mejor de la música que se ha dado en los setenta, rock añejo del mejor.