I remember one September,
On one Friday night,
Stack O'Lee and Billy Lyon,
Had a great fight,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
Billy Lyon shot six bits,
Stack he bet he passed,
Stackerlee out with a forty-five,
Said you've done shot your last,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
Lord, a woman came a running,
Fell down on her knees,
Crying, O Mister Stakerlee,
Don't shoot my brother please,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
Now you talking about some gambler,
Oughta seen Richard Lee,
Shot one thousand dollars,
And come out on a three,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
Lord the judge told the sheriff,
We want him dead or alive,
How in the world can we bring him in,
When he totes a forty-five,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
Lord the woman told the judge,
My husband's name Jack Shelf,
Wanna 'rest poor Stackerlee,
Better go somewheres else,
When you lose your money,
Learn to lose.
