Текст песни Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Stagalee
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Stagalee слова песни
Three traditional versions of the song from Murder Ballads. Nick`s version is also available. Further details (and the actual book Nick edited from) are also available. StagoleeBad man Stagalee when he bad,He bad wid a gunStagalee, Stagalee --- you must-a been a sinnerEv`ry- Christmas eve they give Stagalee a dinnerBad man Stagalee, when he badHe bad wid a gun.Don`t you remember you rememberOne dark stormy nightStagalee and Bill O. LionDey had dat noble fight.Bill O. Lion tole StagaleePlease don`t take my lifeI got three little childrenAnd a dear lil` lovin`wifeStagalee told Billy O. LionI don`t care for your three lil` childrenOr even your lovin` wifeYou stole mah Stetson hatAnd I`m goin to take yo`lifeStagalee pulled out his forty-fourIt went boom boom boomIt wasn`t long` fore Bill O. LionWVere layin`on de flo`Stagalee`s woman she went to her bossSaid, "Please give me some change.Dey got my baby in de station houseAn`mah business mus`be`ranged. "Stagalee asked his woman"How much change has you got?"She run her han`in her stocking feetAnd pulled out a hundred spot.She had to get mo`money.From Southern Folk Ballads, McNeill Collected from Vera Hall, AL 1947StagoleeStagolee was a bad man,Ev`rybody knows.Spent one hundred dollarsJust to buy him a suit of dothes.He was a bad manThat mean old StagoleeStagolee shot Billy de LyonsWhat do you think about that?Shot him down in cold bloodBecause he stole his Stetson hat;He was a bad manThat mean old StagoleeBilly de Lyons said, StagoleePlease don`t take my lifeI`ve got two little babesAnd a darling, loving wife;You are a bad manYou mean old Stagolee.What do I care about your two little babes,Your darling loving wife?,You done stole my Stetson hatI`m bound to take your life;He was a bad man,That mean old Stagolee.The judge said, Stagolee,What you doing in here?,You done shot Mr. Billy de Lyons,You going to die in the electric chair;He was a bad manThat mean old Stagolee.Twelve o`clock they killed himHead reached up highLast thing that poor boy said,"My six-shooter never lied." He was a bad man,That mean old Stagolee.Stagoleechorus: Stagolee, Stagolee, he`s the meanest man in townWhen that boy starts gamblin`, better lay your money downDown in New Orleans where they got that Lyon`s ClubEvery step you step you`re steppin` in Billy de Lyon`s bloodI remember one September, on a cold and stormy nightBilly de Lyon and Stagolee, Lord, they had a great big fightBilly shot a seven, and Stack he said he`d passStack said to Billy de Lyon, "Brother,You done shot your last"The woman asked the sheriff, said "How can this be?You got all them bad men, but you can`t get Stagolee"Deputies took their badges and they laid them on the shelf"If you want to get that bad man, you get him by yourself"Now send for the policemen, a hundred thousand comeLoaded down with rifles and a great big Gatling gunOn Friday we condemned him, the judge he lowered his headOn Saturday we hanged him, I was glad to see him dead