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