Justin Townes Earle – Same Old Stagolee (Guitar)

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Up Chestnut Hill, down on Murfreesboro Pines

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He set up on the low-rise, slinging nickels and dimes

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He a bad man, old Stagolee

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It was Stagolee shot Jimmy, oh, little Jimmy Brown

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At the Roadway Motel, gunned that boy down

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He a bad man, old Stagolee

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You see, Jimmy loved a girl, a little girl named Valentine

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They grew up on the hill, there in the low-rise

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Next door to old Stagolee

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But Jimmy grew up in the bottoms, boy, and everybody knows

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That folks from the bottoms and the hill don't get along

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No one much liked Stagolee

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So the folks down in the bottoms said, "Boy, don't get yourself killed

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Ain't there plenty girls down here? Why chase one up the hill?

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You watch out for old Stagolee."

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But Jimmy said, "Come on, don't give me none of that shit

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You know little Jimmy Brown ain't afraid of no son of a bitch

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Oh, not even Stagolee."

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One night, Jimmy shootin' dice, down at the Roadways

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Outside Room 22, down the breezeway

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And up walked old Stagolee

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But Jimmy shootin' fire, throwin' seven in the air

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Eleven, eleven, oh seven, come again

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So he never saw old Stagolee

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I wasn't there, but I did hear the shots

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And by the time I arrived, the place was crawling with cops

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Though I did see old Stagolee

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Out in back of the motel, all alone in his car

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Went around the turnpike, sneaked past the graveyard

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Aw, that goddamn Stagolee

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So I stayed out of sight till he rolled away

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I don't need nobody thinkin' that I saw a thing

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Aw, especially not Stagolee

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One shot fired, and one man dead

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Was no fightin', not one word said

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Yeah, he's a bad man, Stagolee

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So this story done been told

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Same old means, same old end

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Same old Stagolee