Suddenly it made sense...
...driving home showing Syd and TR how a
traditional song develops over time.
1948, Xmas eve, with a
full moon over
town
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions
And he blew that poor boy down.
Do you know what he shot him for?
What do you make of that?
Cause Billy Delions threw the lucky dice
Won stagger lee’s stetson hat.
Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun
He shot my Billy dead now I’m gonna see him hung.
She went into the Delion’s club through Billy Delions blood
Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar,
Said, buy me a gin fizz, love.
As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls
Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall
Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high
He shot my Billy dead and now he’s got to die.
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions
And he blew that poor boy down.
Do you know what he shot him for?
What do you make of that?
Cause Billy Delions threw the lucky dice
Won stagger lee’s stetson hat.
Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun
He shot my Billy dead now I’m gonna see him hung.
She went into the Delion’s club through Billy Delions blood
Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar,
Said, buy me a gin fizz, love.
As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls
Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall
Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high
He shot my Billy dead and now he’s got to die.
Posted: Tue - March 15, 2005 at 07:16 PM
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