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 went down to shove coal

Now the Devil heard a rumbling

A mighty rumbling under the ground

He said, "That must be Mr. Stack pointing Billy

Upside-down"

Now it seems that old Devil

On top of his Devil chair

He said, "If you want Mr. Stack, boy

Then get him by yourself," yes

Now I told y'all my little story

And sang y'all my little song

'Bout Stack-a-Lee and Billy Lyons

They both dead and gone