I remem
ber one
September, cold and frosty night,
Mr.
Stackley and
Billy
DeLions had
a great fight, crime when you lose
your money learn to lose.
Old
Stackley shot six pips,
Billy
Lyons bet he'd pass
Stackley, was at 45, says,
you done shot your last
When you lose your money, learn to lose
Lord, a woman comes a -runnin',
fell down on her knees
Cried,
Lord,
Lord,
Miss
Stackley, don't shoot my brother,
please
When you lose your money
Talk about some gambler,
ought to see my
Richard
Lee
He shot one thousand dollars and
he come out on a three crime
When you lose your money, learn to lose
Well, old
Snackly got his pistol
Boy, he got it fast
Shot
Paul
Billy through and through
And he broke a lookin'
glass crown
When you lose your money
Well, the deputy says to the sheriff
You want him dead or alive
How in the world we're gonna
bring him in
When he totes that 45
When you lose your money
Old deputy leaves the office
Puts the pistol on the shelf
You wanna go and get that bad man
Better do it by yourself
When you lose your money
Well, they sent for the militia
Wagons come
Loaded up with pistols
And a great big
Gatlin gun
Cry when you lose your money
Well, the judge says,
Mr.
Stackley,
Mr.
Badman
Stackley
Gonna hang your body up an
d set your spirit free
When you lose your money, learn to lose
Well, he's standing on his gallows,
headway up high
Twelve o 'clock, we killed him, I
was glad to see him die
cry when you lose your money well
there's a great big rumble in
underground mama what is
that ain't nothing but old
Stackley down in hell with his
John
B.
Stetson hat cry when you
lose your money learn to lose well
Stacks is to the devil devil lets
us have some fun you stab me
with the pitchfork and I'll
shoot you with my gun when
you lose your money learn to lose
Well,
Stock says to the devil,
put your pitchfork on the shelf
I'm that bad man they call
Stack -A -Lee
I'm gonna rule hell by myself when you
Lose your money, learn to lose