Classic Poem

I remember one September
On one Friday night
Stackerlee and Billy Lyon
Had a great fight.
Crying, when you lose
Your money, learn to lose.

Billy Lyon shot six bits
Stack he bet he passed
Stackerlee out with his forty-five
Said, You done shot your last.
When you lose
Your money, learn to lose.

Lord a woman come a-running
Fell down on her knees
Crying, Oh Mister Stackerlee
Don't shoot my brother please.
When you lose
Your money

Now you talking about some gambler
Oughta seen Richard Lee
Shot one thousand dollars
And come out on a three.
Crying, when you lose
Your money, learn to lose.

Lord the judge told the sheriff
We want him dead or alive.
How in the world can we bring him when he
Totes a forty-five?
When you lose
Your money, learn to lose.

Lord the woman told the judge
My husband's name Jack Shelf
Wanta 'rest poor Stackerlee
Better go somewheres else.
When you lose
Your money, learn to lose.