Pacific Gas & Electric Staggolee Lyrics
            It was early, early one morning
            When I heard my bulldog bark
            Was Staggolee and Billy Lyons
            Squabblin' in the dark.
        
            Staggolee told Billy Lyons
            'What do you think of that?
            You win all my money, Lawd,
            Now you spit in my Stetson hat.'
        
            Staggolee, he went a-walkin'
            In the red-hot, broilin' sun
            Says, 'Bring me my six-shooter,
            Lawd, I wants my forty-one.'
        
            Staggolee, he went a-walkin'
            Through the mud and through the sand
            Says, 'I feel mistreated this morning
            I could kill most any man.'
        
            Billy Lyons told Staggolee
            Please don't take my life
            I've got three little helpless chillun
            And one poor, pitiful wife.'
        
            'Don't care nothin' about your chillun,
            And nothing about your wife,
            You done mistreated me, Billy
            And I'm bound to take your life.'
        
            He shot him three times in the shoulder
            Lawd, and three times in the side
            Well, the last time he shot him
            'Cause Billy Lyons to die
        
            Staggolee told Mrs Billy
            'You don't believe your man is dead
            Come into the bar-room
            See the hole I shot in his head.'
        
            The high sheriff told the deputies
            Get your pistols and come with me
            We got to go arrest that bad man
            No mercy Staggolee.'
        
            The deputies took their pistols
            And they laid them on the shelf
            If you want that bad man Staggolee
            Have to 'rest him by yourself.'
        
            The High sheriff ask the bartender,
            'Who can that bad man be?'
            'Speak softly,' said the bartender,
            It's that bad man Staggolee.'
        
            He touch Stack on the shoulder,
            Say, 'Stack, why don't you run?'
            'I don't run, white folks,
            When I got my forty-one.'
        
            The hangman put the mask on,
            Tied his hands behind his back
            Sprung the trap on Staggolee
            But his neck refuse to crack
        
            The Hangman, he got frightened
            Said, 'Chief, you see how it be
            I can't hang this man
            Better set him free.'
        
            Three hundred dollar funeral
            Thousand dollar hearse
            Satisfaction undertaker
            Put Stack on down in the earth
        
            Staggolee, he told the Devil
            Says, 'Come on and have some fun
            You stick me with your pitchfork
            And I'll shoot you with my forty-one.'
        
            Staggolee took the pitchfork
            And he laid it on the shelf
            Says, 'Stand back, Tom Devil, Lawd
            I'm gonna rule Hell by myself.'
        
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