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