Ballad of the Daltons [english] lyrics

I'm gonna tell you here a story that's true

About the cleanest cowboy that the wild west knew

Slow when he's talking, mighty quick on the draw

They call him Lucky Luke, defender of the law

When Lucky Luke goes-a hittin' that trail

Them villains had better watch it, or they'll end up in jail

It's jail for the Daltons, and they don't give a dang..

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang

The gang's in jail for the rest of their days

And Lucky Luke's the fella, that the good guys praise

The pooch who's a-guardin' ev'ry desperate gang

He's a real sharp hound-dog, known as Rin Tin Can

Them Dalton boys play a mighty mean trick

And which of them's the meanest, you can take your pick

They plan their plans and boulders they clang

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang..

The moon was high in the treacherous night

The Daltons had a talkin' in campfire light

Their argument was heated though the night it was cold

They was temptin' Lucky Luke to take a share of the gold

Now folks can judge you but they'll gossip too soon

Like an old coyote folks'll bay at the moon

Has Luke been really bitten, by lucifer's fang

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang..

The prairie's green and the grazin' is fine

Where butterflies are drowsy in the warm sunshine

And the streams run cool through the whispering grass

Where waterfalls are fallin' from the mountainpass

But there ain't no fence where the desert's commence

It's hotter than an oven, and the heat's intense.

It barbecues the buzzards to a tastier tang

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang..

The sun beats down and it's reaching the bulls

Of a lanky little yankee, known as "Last-Chance-Jones"

The OK corrall is like an old parkin' lot

Desert sun's-a-scorchin' so the trade's not hot..

And only a villain with hate in his heart

Would struggle through the desert, where the badlands start

Where thirstin' after water's just a torturing pang

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang..

Now there ain't no medicine, so the preacherman told

For a fella with a fever, that's a thirst for gold

He's-a diggin' and-a delvin' 'til he's ready to drop

But the harvest he's-a-raisin's just a bitter crop

From the whole wide world to the Yukon they flock

Cause they caught the yellow fever from the golden rock

And they pan for gold 'til the holler hills rang

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang..

You hear my friends if you temper with sin

You're gonna be the loser 'cause the good guys win

All the plans of the Daltons, they was hatin' for naught

Cause the orphans got the money, and the gang got caught.

You ain't no Saint, Uncle Henry, it's true

Forgetten and forgiven all the kids love you

And rich were the praises that the orphan kids sang.

O listen to the ballad of the Dalton gang..

It's jail again for the villainous four

And the Dalton's gonna stay there, for a year and more

They plan their plans for an ambushin' job

The stages they'll be stoppin' and the banks they'll rob

But they goofed a goof that's dud as a dime

Askin' Lucky Luke for be a partner in crime

So they're stuck in jail cause the juryman sang

The endin' of the ballad of the Dalton gang..

That was the ballad of the Dalton gang...