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Stackerlee
Talk about your gamblers,
Ought to see that Stackerlee,
Shot a hundred dollars
Come out on a three.
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When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
I'll remember one September,
On a Friday night:
Billy Lyons and Stackerlee
They had an awful fight.
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Billy Lyons shot six bits,
Stackerlee bet he passed.
Stackerlee took out his forty-five,
Said, "You done shot your last."
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Lord, a woman come a-runnin',
Fell down on her knees,
Cryin', "Oh, Mr. Stackerlee,
Don't shoot my brother, please!"
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The Judge, he told the sheriff,
"Get him, dead or alive."
"How in the hell can we bring him in
When he totes a forty-five?"
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The deputies took their badges,
Laid them on the shelf,
Sayin', "If you want that Stackerlee,
You get him by yourself."
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Stackerlee went to Heaven,
Sent him down to Hell,
"We don't want no gamblin' here;
We don't want you, as well.*
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The devil's little children
Went scramblin' up the wall,
Sayin', "You better catch him, Daddy,
Before he murders us all."
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