Another early version.

STACKALEE
As recorded by Frank Hutchinson on Okeh 45106, 1927.

On an alley one dark and drizzly night
Billy Lyons and Stackalee had one terrible fight
All about that John B. Stetson hat.

Stackalee walked to the barroom and he called a glass o' beer.
He turned around to Billy Lyons, said: "What are you doin' here?"
"Waitin' for the train; please bring woman home.

"Stackalee, oh Stackalee, please don't take my life.
I've got three little childern and a weepin' lovin' wife.
You're a bad man, bad man Stackalee."

"God bless your childern; I'll take care o' your wife.
You stole my John B., and I'm bound to take your life,
All about that John B. Stetson hat."

Stackalee turned to Billy Lyons and he shot him right through the head.
Only taken one shot to kill Billy Lyons dead,
All about that John B. Stetson hat.

Sent for the doctor, well the doctor he did come.
"This morning(?), oh Stackalee, now what have you done?
You're a bad man, bad man Stackalee."

Six big horses and a rubber-tired hack,
They taken him to the cemetery; they failed to bring him back,
All about that John B. Stetson hat.

[Spoken:] Lookin' for old Stackalee, then.

On an alley, I thought I heard a bulldog bark.
It must 'a' been old Stackalee stumblin' in the dark.
He's a bad man; gonna land him right back in jail.

[Spoken:] How'd they catch old Stackalee?

Five police walked on to Stackalee; he's lyin' fast asleep.
Five police ... Stackalee; he jumped for forty feet.
He's a bad man; gonna land him right back in jail.

Got old Stackalee, they led him way back in jail.
They couldn't get a man around to go Stackalee's bail,
All about that John B. Stetson hat.

Stackalee said to the jailer: "Jailer, I can't sleep.
Round my bedside, the lice begin to creep,
All about that John B. Stetson hat."