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Bob Dylan's Garage Studio, Malibu, CA - May 1993
Haulin' alley on a dark and grizzly night
Billy Lyons and Stack-a-Lee had one terrible fight
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-a-Lee walked to the barroom and called for a glass of beer
Turned around to Billy Lyons, said, "What you doin' here?''
"Waitin' for a train east to my woman home.''
"Stack-a-Lee, oh Stack-a-Lee, please don't take my life
Got three little children and a weepin' loving wife
You're a bad man, a bad man Stack-a-Lee.''
"God Bless your children and I'll take care of your wife
You stole my John B. now I'm bound to take your life.''
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-a-Lee turned to Billy Lyons and he shot him right through the head
Only take him one shot to kill Billy Lyons dead
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Sent for the doctor, well the doctor he did come
Just pointed out Stack-a-Lee and said, "Now what have you done?
You're a bad man, a bad man Stack-a-Lee.''
Six big horses and a rubber-tired hack
Taking him to the cemetery, but they failed to bring him back
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Haulin' alley, I thought I heard a bulldog bark
Must have been ol' Stack-a-Lee stumblin' in the dark
He's a bad man, but they led him right back in jail.
Head of police walked up to Stack-a-Lee, he was lyin' fast asleep
Head of police kicked Stack-a-Lee and he jumped forty feet
He's a bad man, gonna let him right back in jail.
Well he got old Stack-a-Lee and they led him right back in jail
Couldn't get a man around to go Stack-a-Lee's bail
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-a-Lee turned to the jailer, he said, "Jailer, I can't sleep
'Round my bed side Billy Lyons begin to creep''
All about that John B.Stetson hat.
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