Lyrics:
Stack-a-Lee shot Billy LyonsHe shot that boy so fastThe bullet went through Billyit broke the bartender's glassStack-a-Lee went around the cornerWhere they shot Stack in his sideStack-a-Lee went stumblingIn his mother doorHe said mother, oh motherWon't you turn me, over slowI've been jabbed in my left sideWith a police 44When all the ladies, heard that StackOh Stack-a-Lee was deadSome come dressed in orange colorsSome came dressed in redOh play it for him nowStack-a Lee went to the devilTo identify poor Billy's soulBut the poor boy he was absentHe had gone down to ShangoNow the devil heard a rumblingA mighty rumbling, under the groundHe said that must be Mr. Stack pointing BillyUpsidedownNow it seems that old devilOn top of his Devil chairHe said if you want Mr. Stack boyGet him by yourselfNow I told you all my little storyAnd sang you all my little songBut Stack-a-Lee and Billy LyonsThey both dead and gone