| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan (arr)
Hawlin Alley on a dark and drizzly night,
Billy Lyons and
Stack-A-Lee had one terrible fight.
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-A-Lee
walked to the bar-room, and he called for a glass of beer,
Turned around to Billy Lyons, said,
"What are you doin' here?"
"Waitin' for a train, please bring my woman
home.
"Stack-A-Lee, oh Stack-A-Lee. please don't take my life.
Got three little
children and a-weepin', lovin' wife.
You're a bad man, 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 taking 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, said, "Now what have you done?"
You're a bad man,
bad man, Stack-A-Lee."
Six big horses and a rubber-tired hack,
Taking him to the
cemetery, buy they failed to bring him back.
All about that John B. Stetson
hat.
Hawlin Alley, thought I heard the bulldogs bark.
It must have been old
Stack-A-Lee stumbling in the dark.
He's a bad man, gonna land him right back in
jail.
High police walked on to Stack-A-Lee, he was lying fast asleep.
High police
walked on to Stack-A-Lee, and he jumped forty feet.
He's a bad man, gonna land him right back
in jail.
Well they got old Stack-A-Lee and they laid 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
bedside Billy Lyons began to creep."
All about that John B. Stetson hat |
