Stackolee
- Woody Guthrie
Key: D D ·
Orig: D ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Verse
D
Stackolee was a bad man, everybody knows
G D
Spent a hundred dollars for just one suit of clothes
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
D
Stackolee loaded cotton, weighed five hundred pounds
Carried along a Gatling gun, that drug him to the ground
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
D
It was in a hustling b-joint where the Mississippi run
G D
Stackolee killed Billy de Lyons with a smoking forty-one
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
D
The high sheriff asked the deputy, "How can it be
G D
You can arrest everybody, but the mean old Stackolee?
A D
He's a bad man, that mean old Stackolee."
Verse
D
And the deputy told the new sheriff, "Double up my fee
G D
And I'll go get that outlaw, by the name of Stackolee
A D
'Cause he's a bad man, that mean old Stackolee."
D
Gentlemen of the jury, what do you think about that?
G D
Stackolee killed Billy de Lyons about a five dollar Stetson hat
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
D
Billy was in the card house and kneeling on the floor
G D
Stackolee pulled the trigger of his red-hot forty-four
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
D
Billy said to Stackolee, "Please don't take my life
G D
I've got three little babes and a darling loving wife
A D
You're a bad man, your name is Stackolee"
Verse
D
"What do I care about your two little babes, your darling loving wife?
G D
You done stole my brand new hat and I'm bound to take your life
'Cause you're a bad man, and my name is Stackolee"
D
Billy died in the sawdust, with his head upon the rail
G D
Deputy took old Stackolee and he marched him off to jail
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
D
The judge said, "Mr. Stackolee, Mr. Stackolee
G D
I'm gonna hang your body up and set your spirit free
A D
'Cause you're a bad man, your name is Stackolee"
D
Stackolee on his gallows, his head way up high
G D
Twelve o'clock we killed him, was all glad to see him die
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
A D
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee











