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Key: D
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Key: G
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Key: G
Could been on a rainy night
Billy DeLyon said, Stagger Lee,
please don't take my life,
I got two little babes,
and a darlin' lovin' wife"
Oh that bad man, that cruel Stagger Lee
"What do I care about two little babes
and a darlin' lovin' wife?
You done stole my Stetson hat,
now I'm gonna take your life"
Oh that bad man, that cruel Stagger Lee
Stagger Lee shot Billy
shot the boy so bad,
the bullet went through Billy
and broke the bartender's looking glass
Oh that bad man, that cruel Stagger Lee
Police officer,
tell me how can this be?
You arrest everybody
except cruel Stack O' Lee
Oh that bad man, that cruel Stagger Lee
Gentlemens of the jury
now what do you think of that?
Stagger Lee killed Billy de Lyon
about a five-dollar Stetson hat
Oh that bad man, that cruel Stagger Lee
Now he's standing on the gallows,
with his head way up high.
At twelve o'clock they killed him
we're all glad to see him die
Oh that bad man, that cruel Stagger Lee
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Key: G
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Key: A
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Key: D
She had log-books and bells and the things like that,
And she knew the old captains and where they were at.
She rode the Alabama and the Gordon C. Green,
As the Cape Girardeau, she was later renamed, Uh-huh.
Well, now, fast people in St. Louis society
A-takin' a trip on the Mississippi
Sleepin' in their bunks after an after-dinner drink
They didn't think the boat would sink. Oh, no!
Well, I know Captain Buck was a very sad man
When that old wooden hull went into the sand
And Miss Ferris was sad for sure
But immediately, her mind went to work. Oh, yeah!
Well, she did some politicking that was tricky and hard
And she got the pilot house for the schoolhouse yard
And so, instead of studying, I became a dreamer
Dreaming 'bout boats and the Mississippi River. Uh-huh.
I had to work real hard to get my school work done
Cause you could not fool Miss Ferris none;
And, if I went to sleep or I were not supposed to talk
Oh, she was a dead shot with a little piece of chalk. Uh-huh!{soc}
Oh me, oh my, how the time does fly.
Time and the river keep a-rollin' on by.
Now, I am not a student and she is not a teacher
But, we both still love the Mississippi River. Uh, huh.
Well, I went to see her this Christmas last.
We took a little trip back through the past.
On the easy rocker we looked at pictures
And we dreamed our dreams of the Mississippi River. Uh-huh!
Key: G
When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife
And now I want little Shady Grove
To say she'll be my wife
Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can't get the girl I love
I don't want none at all
Wish I had a banjo string
Made of golden twine
I'd play that song on my banjo string
And make that girly mine
Some come here to fiddle and dance
Sme come here to tarry
Some come here to fiddle and dance
I come here to marry
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Key: D
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Key: D
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Key: A
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Key: A
Wake up Charlie let’s go home…
Dance all night with a bottle in my hand…
Key: A
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Key: A
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Key: A
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Key: A
It was early in April,
Not many weeks ago,
The people of this fair city
All gathered at the show.
The war it is all over,
The people happy now,
And Abraham Lincoln arose,
Arose to make his bow;
The people cheer him wildly,
Arising to their feet,
And Lincoln waving of his hand,
He calmly takes his seat.
And while he sees the play go on,
His thoughts are running deep,
His darling wife, close by his side,
Has fallen fast asleep.
From the box there hangs a flag,
It's not the Stars and Bars,
The flag that holds within its folds
Bright gleaming stripes and stars.
John Wilkes Booth he moves down the aisle,
He had measured once before,
He passes Lincoln's bodyguard
A-nodding at the door.
He holds a dagger in his right hand,
A pistol in his left,
He shoots poor Lincoln in the temple,
And he sends his soul to rest.
The wife awakes from slumber,
And screams in her rage,
Booth jumps over the railing
And lands him on the stage.
He'll rue the day, he'll rue the hour,
As God him life shall give,
When Booth stood in that center stage,
Crying, "Tyrants shall not live!"
The people all excited
Then cried everyone, "A hand!"
Cried all the people near,
"For God's sake, save that man!"
Then Booth ran back with boot and spurs
Across the backstage floor,
He mounts that trusty claybank mare,
All saddled at the door.
John Wilkes Booth, in his last play,
All dressed in broadcloth deep,
He gallops down the alleyway,
I hear those horses feet.
Poor Lincoln then was heard to say,
And all has gone to rest,
"Of all the actors in this town,
I loved Booth the best."
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Key: D
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Key: D
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Key: D
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Key: D
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