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___________American Ballads and Folk Songs
Slowly Stack walked from de table, he said, "I can't let you go wid dat. You win all of my money an' my milk-white Stetson hat."
Stagolee, he went walkin' right down dat I.C. track,
"I am' gonna hurt you now, Billy, bet' not be here when I get back!"
Next day Stack went runnin' in de red-hot broilin' sun,
"Look in my chiffro drawer, Alberta, han' me my smokeless 41«"
Alberta looked at Stack, said, "Babe, you all out of breath, You look like you gonna be de cause of somebody's death."
Stack took out his Elgin, looked direc'ly at de time,
"I got an argument to settle wid dat bad man, Billy Lyon."
"Kiss me, good woman, you may not see me when I come back." And Stack went runnin' up dat Great Northern track.
Well, he got outside in front of de barroom, an' he eased up to de door, Billy Lyon had his 44 special, pacin' up an' down de floor.
Billy Lyon began to scream, "Stack, don't take my life, I've got five lil helpless chilluns an' one po' pitiful wife."
He shot him three times in the forehead an' two times in de side, Said, "I'm goin' keep on shootin' till Billy Lyon died."
Billy Lyon got glassy, an' he gapped an' hung his head,
Stack say, "I know by expression on his face dat Billy Lyon dead."
Mrs. Billy she went runnin' an' screamin': "Stack, I don' b'lieve it's so. You an' my lil Billy been frien's since many long years ago."
Stagolee tol' Mrs. Billy, "Ef you don't b'lieve yo' man is dead, Come to de barroom, see de hole I shot in his head."
Mrs. Lyon fell to her knees, an' she said to her oldes' son, CWhen you git lil bit bigger, gonna buy you a 41."
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