Stagger Lee

Stackolee

Back forty-nine when the times was hard
I carried a sawed-off shotgun and a marked deck of cards.
I stumbled through rain and I crawled through mud
on this bad town called, "Bucket of Blood."
I asked the bartender for something to eat,
he give me a muddy glass of water and a fucked-up piece of meat.
I said, "Mister," I say, "you must not know who I am."
He say, "Frankly, son, I don't give a damn."
Before I realized what I had did,
I had shot him six times through his motherfucken head.
His wife's run out and said, "That's my husband, he can't be dead!"
I said, "Well count them six slugs in his chickenshit head." 
The sister ran out and said, "Call the law!"
And I bust two caps right dead in her jaw.
Well when I went to court it was rainin' a downpour
the court was in a uproar
and this is what happened to me:
one woman say, "Hang him," one say, "Kick his ass till his face turn pale,"
one say, "Give his jivin' ass the electric chair."
Well, the judge looked at me an say, "Son, I feel sorry for you
and I'll tell you what I'm gonna do."
He say, "You won't hang and you won't burn,"
he say, "but your jivin' ass will serve two life terms."
I laughed, I said, "Judge," I say, "that ain't so cold."
He said, "No, but your black ass will never get on parole."
He said, "Now laugh at this: case dismissed."