Stackerlee

Now Stackerlee, he was a bad man He wanted the whole round world to know He toted a .32-20 and a smokeless .44 Now Stackerlee, Lord, and Billy Lyon They were gambling one day Stackerlee losing money and he throw the cards away Now Stackerlee, he told Billy Lyon: "Billy, I'm sure gonna take your life You have win my money, Jack, and I found a foul dice" Now Billy Lyon, he told Stackerlee He said: "Stack, please don't take my life I have two little children and my poor little weakly wife" "– Now one of them is a boy, Stack, And the other one is a girl" "– But if you love your children, Billy Lyon, you will have to meet them in the other world" Now Stackerlee, he told Billy Lyon: "Billy I thought you were the gambling man You know you passed leads in a second, and you know you done fouled your hand" Now Stackerlee, he shot Billy Lyon When, down on that ballroom floor It was early one morning, just about fifteen to four Now Billy Lyon's mother, she come running She said: "Lord have mercy on my son Poor Billy Lyon done got murdered And I know he didn't have his gun" Alberta, lordy, Alberta Baby, don't you hear me calling you? But you're three time seven, Alberta, and you know what you want to do I'm gonna call up the undertaker Lord, I'm gonna ring up Mister Mose I'm gonna ask those people: "What will Alberta's funeral cost?" I want a two hundred dollar coffin Lord, I want a hundred dollar hearse And that will put Alberta, I know six feet in the earth Now give me water, Lord, when I'm thirsty Honey, give me whisky when I'm dry Give me Alberta when I need her And heaven when I die Now when I get all up in Glory Lord, I'm gonna sit down on the Golden Stool And I'm gonna ask Saint Gabe to blow me the worried blues That's enough, boy