Stackerlee Chords by Dave Van Ronk
Tempo:
101.475 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Dm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
[G] [F]
[C] [G] [C]
I remember one September, cold and frosty night, Mr.
Stackley and Billy [F] DeLions had
a great fight, [C] crime when you [G] lose your money, [C] learn to lose.
Old Stackley shot six bibs, Billy Lions bet he passed.
Stackley, I was at 45, [F] says you done shot your last, when [C] you lose [G] your [C] money, learn to lose.
A woman comes running, fell down on her knees, crying, Lord, Lord, Miss Stackley, [Dm] don't shoot my brother, please.
[C] When you [G] lose your money, [C]
[G] [F]
[Em] [G] [C]
[G] [F]
[Eb] [G] [C]
talk about some gambler, ought to see my Richard Lee.
He shot $1,000 and [F] he come out on a three-shot, [C] lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
Well, old Stackley got his pistol, boy, he got it fast, shot poor Billy soon, [F] soon, and he broke a looking [Dm] glass, [C] cry when you lose [G] your money.
[C]
Well, the deputy says to the sheriff, you want him dead or alive, and the world was gonna bring him in [F] when he took his shot.
[C]
Lose your [G] money, [C] old deputy leaves the office, puts the pistol on the shelf, you want to go and get that bad [F] man, better do it by yourself [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] Well, the sent for the militia, wagons come, loaded up with pistols and [F] a great big Gatlin gun, [C] cry when you lose your money, learn to lose.
Well, the judge says to Mr.
Stackley, Mr.
Badman Stackley, gonna hang your body [F] up and set your spirit free when [C] you lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
Well, he's standing on his gallows, headway up high, 12 o'clock we killed him, I [F] was glad to see him, die cry [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] Well, there's a great big rumbling underground, mama, what is that?
Ain't nothing but old Stackley down in hell with [F] his John B.
Stetson [Dm] hat, [C] cry when you [G] lose your [C] money, learn to lose.
Well, Stack says to the devil, devil let's us have some fun, you [Cm] stab me with the pitchfork [F] and I'll shoot you with my gun when [C] you lose your money, learn to lose.
Well, Stack says to the devil, put your pitchfork on the [Cm] shelf, I'm the [C] bad man, the cold Stackley, I'm [F] gonna rule Harvey myself [C] when you lose your money, learn to lose.
[G] [F]
[C] [G] [C]
I remember one September, cold and frosty night, Mr.
Stackley and Billy [F] DeLions had
a great fight, [C] crime when you [G] lose your money, [C] learn to lose.
Old Stackley shot six bibs, Billy Lions bet he passed.
Stackley, I was at 45, [F] says you done shot your last, when [C] you lose [G] your [C] money, learn to lose.
A woman comes running, fell down on her knees, crying, Lord, Lord, Miss Stackley, [Dm] don't shoot my brother, please.
[C] When you [G] lose your money, [C]
[G] [F]
[Em] [G] [C]
[G] [F]
[Eb] [G] [C]
talk about some gambler, ought to see my Richard Lee.
He shot $1,000 and [F] he come out on a three-shot, [C] lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
Well, old Stackley got his pistol, boy, he got it fast, shot poor Billy soon, [F] soon, and he broke a looking [Dm] glass, [C] cry when you lose [G] your money.
[C]
Well, the deputy says to the sheriff, you want him dead or alive, and the world was gonna bring him in [F] when he took his shot.
[C]
Lose your [G] money, [C] old deputy leaves the office, puts the pistol on the shelf, you want to go and get that bad [F] man, better do it by yourself [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] Well, the sent for the militia, wagons come, loaded up with pistols and [F] a great big Gatlin gun, [C] cry when you lose your money, learn to lose.
Well, the judge says to Mr.
Stackley, Mr.
Badman Stackley, gonna hang your body [F] up and set your spirit free when [C] you lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
Well, he's standing on his gallows, headway up high, 12 o'clock we killed him, I [F] was glad to see him, die cry [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] Well, there's a great big rumbling underground, mama, what is that?
Ain't nothing but old Stackley down in hell with [F] his John B.
Stetson [Dm] hat, [C] cry when you [G] lose your [C] money, learn to lose.
Well, Stack says to the devil, devil let's us have some fun, you [Cm] stab me with the pitchfork [F] and I'll shoot you with my gun when [C] you lose your money, learn to lose.
Well, Stack says to the devil, put your pitchfork on the [Cm] shelf, I'm the [C] bad man, the cold Stackley, I'm [F] gonna rule Harvey myself [C] when you lose your money, learn to lose.
Key:
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Cm
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
I remember one September, cold and frosty night, Mr.
Stackley and Billy [F] DeLions had
a great fight, [C] crime when you [G] lose your money, [C] learn to lose.
_ Old Stackley shot six bibs, Billy Lions bet he passed.
_ Stackley, I was at 45, [F] says you done shot your last, when [C] you lose [G] your [C] money, learn to lose.
A woman comes running, fell down on her knees, crying, Lord, Lord, Miss Stackley, [Dm] don't shoot my brother, please.
[C] When you [G] lose your money, [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ _ _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ _ _
[Eb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ talk about some gambler, ought to see my Richard Lee.
He shot $1,000 and [F] he come out on a three-shot, [C] lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
Well, old Stackley got his pistol, boy, he got it fast, shot poor Billy soon, [F] soon, and he broke a looking [Dm] glass, [C] cry when you lose [G] your money.
[C] _ _ _
Well, the deputy says to the sheriff, you want him dead or alive, and the world was gonna bring him in [F] when he took his shot.
_ _ [C]
Lose your [G] money, _ [C] _ _ old deputy leaves the office, puts the pistol on the shelf, you want to go and get that bad [F] man, better do it by yourself [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] _ _ _ Well, the sent for the militia, _ wagons come, _ loaded up with pistols and [F] a great big Gatlin gun, [C] cry when you lose your money, learn to lose. _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the judge says to Mr.
Stackley, Mr.
Badman Stackley, gonna hang your body [F] up and set your spirit free when [C] you lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
_ Well, he's standing on his gallows, headway up high, 12 o'clock we killed him, I [F] was glad to see him, die cry [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] _ _ _ Well, there's a great big rumbling underground, mama, what is that?
Ain't nothing but old Stackley down in hell with [F] his John B.
Stetson [Dm] hat, [C] cry when you [G] lose your [C] money, learn to lose.
Well, Stack says to the devil, devil let's us have some fun, you [Cm] stab me with the pitchfork [F] and I'll shoot you with my gun when [C] you lose your money, learn to lose.
_ Well, Stack says to the devil, put your pitchfork on the [Cm] shelf, I'm the [C] bad man, the cold Stackley, I'm [F] gonna rule Harvey myself [C] when you lose your money, learn to lose. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
I remember one September, cold and frosty night, Mr.
Stackley and Billy [F] DeLions had
a great fight, [C] crime when you [G] lose your money, [C] learn to lose.
_ Old Stackley shot six bibs, Billy Lions bet he passed.
_ Stackley, I was at 45, [F] says you done shot your last, when [C] you lose [G] your [C] money, learn to lose.
A woman comes running, fell down on her knees, crying, Lord, Lord, Miss Stackley, [Dm] don't shoot my brother, please.
[C] When you [G] lose your money, [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ _ _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ _ _
[Eb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ talk about some gambler, ought to see my Richard Lee.
He shot $1,000 and [F] he come out on a three-shot, [C] lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
Well, old Stackley got his pistol, boy, he got it fast, shot poor Billy soon, [F] soon, and he broke a looking [Dm] glass, [C] cry when you lose [G] your money.
[C] _ _ _
Well, the deputy says to the sheriff, you want him dead or alive, and the world was gonna bring him in [F] when he took his shot.
_ _ [C]
Lose your [G] money, _ [C] _ _ old deputy leaves the office, puts the pistol on the shelf, you want to go and get that bad [F] man, better do it by yourself [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] _ _ _ Well, the sent for the militia, _ wagons come, _ loaded up with pistols and [F] a great big Gatlin gun, [C] cry when you lose your money, learn to lose. _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the judge says to Mr.
Stackley, Mr.
Badman Stackley, gonna hang your body [F] up and set your spirit free when [C] you lose [G] your money, [C] learn to lose.
_ Well, he's standing on his gallows, headway up high, 12 o'clock we killed him, I [F] was glad to see him, die cry [C] when you [G] lose your money.
[C] _ _ _ Well, there's a great big rumbling underground, mama, what is that?
Ain't nothing but old Stackley down in hell with [F] his John B.
Stetson [Dm] hat, [C] cry when you [G] lose your [C] money, learn to lose.
Well, Stack says to the devil, devil let's us have some fun, you [Cm] stab me with the pitchfork [F] and I'll shoot you with my gun when [C] you lose your money, learn to lose.
_ Well, Stack says to the devil, put your pitchfork on the [Cm] shelf, I'm the [C] bad man, the cold Stackley, I'm [F] gonna rule Harvey myself [C] when you lose your money, learn to lose. _ _ _ _ _
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