Stack-O-Lee

歌詞

Oh, Stack-O-Lee went out, town, with a .44 in his hand Lookin' all around for old Billy Lyons, killed wherever he can All about, that broad-brimmed Stetson hat So Stack-O-Lee entered the barroom, and he ordered just some beer Looked around at Billy Lyons face, said, "What are you doin' here?" This Stack-O-Lee, that bad man Stack-O-Lee "Stack-O-Lee", said, "Stack-O-Lee, oh please don't take my life Half a dozen little childern, sweet a-little lovin' wife I'm a-lookin' for my honey on the next train" "God bless your childern, I'll take care of your wife You stole my John B. Stetson hat, I'm bound to take your life It's all about that broad-brimmed Stetson hat" Shot Bill Lyons, and he shot him right through the head Took one loving shot to kill that poor boy dead He's a bad man, oh bad man Stack-O-Lee Here come the High Sheriff, getting along very slow "Look-a-here, boys, can you tell me, just where'd Stack-O-Lee go? He's a bad man, but he ought to be in jail" One little boy walked up, said, "Sheriff, he went down the road Great God, in his right hand, a great big .44 He's a bad man, for God's sake, let him go!" Billy Lyons said, "Mother, pray God, don't weep nor cry" Old Billy Lyons said, "Mother, I'm bound to die All about that broad-brimmed Stetson hat" Stack-O-Lee said, "Judge, have a little pity on me One old gray-haired mother dear, she's left to weep for me" All about that John B. Stetson hat That Judge said, "Stack-O-Lee, gonna have a little pity on you Give you twenty-five years in that penitentiary" All about, John B. Stetson hat