Stackolee

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[Verse]
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Stackolee was a bad man, everybody 
knows
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Spent a hundred dollars for just 
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one suit of clothes
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee

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Stackolee loaded cotton, weighed 
five hundred pounds

Carried along a Gatling gun, that 
drug him to the ground
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee

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It was in a hustling b-joint where 
the Mississippi run
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Stackolee killed Billy de Lyons 
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with a smoking forty-one
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee

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The high sheriff asked the deputy, 
"How can it be
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You can arrest everybody, but the 
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mean old Stackolee?
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He's a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee."

[Verse]
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And the deputy told the new sheriff,
 "Double up my fee
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And I'll go get that outlaw, by 
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the name of Stackolee
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'Cause he's a bad man, that mean 
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old Stackolee."

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Gentlemen of the jury, what do you 
think about that?
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Stackolee killed Billy de Lyons 
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about a five dollar Stetson hat
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee

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Billy was in the card house and 
kneeling on the floor
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Stackolee pulled the trigger of 
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his red-hot forty-four
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee

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Billy said to Stackolee, "Please 
don't take my life
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I've got three little babes and a 
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darling loving wife
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You're a bad man, your name is 
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Stackolee"

[Verse]
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"What do I care about your two 
little babes, your darling loving 
wife?
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You done stole my brand new hat 
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and I'm bound to take your life

'Cause you're a bad man, and my name
 is Stackolee"

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Billy died in the sawdust, with his 
head upon the rail
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Deputy took old Stackolee and he 
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marched him off to jail
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee

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The judge said, "Mr. Stackolee, Mr. 
Stackolee
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I'm gonna hang your body up and 
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set your spirit free
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'Cause you're a bad man, your name 
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is Stackolee"

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Stackolee on his gallows, his head 
way up high
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Twelve o'clock we killed him, was 
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all glad to see him die
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee
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He was a bad man, that mean old 
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Stackolee