Billy Lyons And Stack O' Lee Lyrics
| Song | Billy Lyons And Stack O' Lee |
| Artist | Furry Lewis |
| Album | People Take Warning! Murder Ballads & Disaster Songs 1913-1938 |
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| I remember one September on one Friday night | |
| Stack O’Lee and Billy Lyons had a great fight. | |
| Cryin’, when you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Billy Lyons shot six bits, Stack O’Lee bet he’d pass | |
| Stack O’Lee out with his forty-five, said you done shot your last | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, a woman come a-running, fell down on her knees | |
| Cryin’, Oh Mr. Stack O’Lee, don’t shoot my brother please | |
| When you lose your money… | |
| I ain’t talking ‘bout some gambler, ought to see Richard Lee | |
| Shot one thousand dollars and come out on a three. | |
| Cryin’, when you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, the judge told the sheriff, we want him dead or ‘live | |
| How in the world can we bring him in when he’s totin’ a forty-five. | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, the woman told the judge, my husband’s name Jack Shep | |
| Wanna arrest po’ Stack O’Lee, better go somewhere else. | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. a |
| I remember one September on one Friday night | |
| Stack O' Lee and Billy Lyons had a great fight. | |
| Cryin', when you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Billy Lyons shot six bits, Stack O' Lee bet he' d pass | |
| Stack O' Lee out with his fortyfive, said you done shot your last | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, a woman come arunning, fell down on her knees | |
| Cryin', Oh Mr. Stack O' Lee, don' t shoot my brother please | |
| When you lose your money | |
| I ain' t talking ' bout some gambler, ought to see Richard Lee | |
| Shot one thousand dollars and come out on a three. | |
| Cryin', when you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, the judge told the sheriff, we want him dead or ' live | |
| How in the world can we bring him in when he' s totin' a fortyfive. | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, the woman told the judge, my husband' s name Jack Shep | |
| Wanna arrest po' Stack O' Lee, better go somewhere else. | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. a |
| I remember one September on one Friday night | |
| Stack O' Lee and Billy Lyons had a great fight. | |
| Cryin', when you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Billy Lyons shot six bits, Stack O' Lee bet he' d pass | |
| Stack O' Lee out with his fortyfive, said you done shot your last | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, a woman come arunning, fell down on her knees | |
| Cryin', Oh Mr. Stack O' Lee, don' t shoot my brother please | |
| When you lose your money | |
| I ain' t talking ' bout some gambler, ought to see Richard Lee | |
| Shot one thousand dollars and come out on a three. | |
| Cryin', when you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, the judge told the sheriff, we want him dead or ' live | |
| How in the world can we bring him in when he' s totin' a fortyfive. | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. | |
| Lord, the woman told the judge, my husband' s name Jack Shep | |
| Wanna arrest po' Stack O' Lee, better go somewhere else. | |
| When you lose your money, learn to lose. a |
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