Billy Lyons And Stack O' Lee

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