Stack-A-Lee

Stack-a-Lee shot Billy Lyons He shot that boy so fast The bullet went through Billy It broke the bartender's glass Stack-a-Lee went around the corner Where they shot Stack in his side Stack-a-Lee went stumbling In his mother door He said mother, oh mother Won't you turn me, over slow I've been jabbed in my left side With a police 44 When all the ladies, heard that Stack Oh Stack-a-Lee was dead Some come dressed in orange colors Some came dressed in red Oh play it for him now Stack-a Lee went to the devil To identify poor Billy's soul But the poor boy he was absent He had gone down to Shango Now the devil heard a rumbling A mighty rumbling, under the ground He said that must be Mr. Stack pointing Billy Upsidedown Now it seems that old devil On top of his Devil chair He said if you want Mr. Stack boy Get him by yourself Now I told you all my little story And sang you all my little song But Stack-a-Lee and Billy Lyons They both dead and gone