| I remember one September on one Friday night
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| Stack O’Lee and Billy Lyons had a great fight
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| Cryin', when you lose your money, learn to lose
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| Billy Lyons shot six bits, Stack O’Lee bet he’d pass
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| Stack O’Lee out with his forty-five, said you done shot your last
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| When you lose your money, learn to lose
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| Lord, a woman come a-running, fell down on her knees
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| Cryin', Oh Mr. Stack O’Lee, don’t shoot my brother please
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| When you lose your money…
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| I ain’t talking ‘bout some gambler, ought to see Richard Lee
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| Shot one thousand dollars and come out on a three
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| Cryin', when you lose your money, learn to lose
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| Lord, the judge told the sheriff, we want him dead or ‘live
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| How in the world can we bring him in when he’s totin' a forty-five
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| When you lose your money, learn to lose
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| Lord, the woman told the judge, my husband’s name Jack Shep
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| Wanna arrest po' Stack O’Lee, better go somewhere else
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| When you lose your money, learn to lose. |
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