Stack O’Lee
Adapted from the public domain.

Stack O’ Lee was a bad man
Everybody know
And when they see Stack O’Lee coming
They give him the road
He was my man
But he done me wrong

Ol Stack O Lee walk past
And you better run
Cause Stack O’Lee was a bad man
He’d shoot you down for fun
He was my man
But he done me wrong

Stack O’Lee live here now
With his face turned to the wall
Hurly women and old corn whisky
Was the cause of it all
He was my man
But he done me wrong

Put on my long black dress
And my eighty-dollar hat
Brung him down to the cemetary
But did not bring him back
He was my man
But he done me wrong