Louis Collins took a trip out west When he returned, little Delia had gone to rest
"That's the sad thing with life, There's people always leavin' just as other folks arrive"
When the people heard Delia was dead All of them gentlemen they dressed in red
Laid her six feet under the clay
Louis went downtown for a new suit of clothes He's gonna dress up for Delia like a fine red rose
He brought a ten-gallon Stetson Stacker Lee shot Louis in the back of the head
Oh Stacker Lee said to Louis, 'Oh now don't you grieve. I'm sending you to Delia, you won't ever have to leave.'
They laid him six feet under the clay
Well the judge was a mean one His name was Hangin' Billy Lyons He said "You've always been a bad man, Stack, you gonna hang this time. The angels lay you away."
And the jailer said to Stacker Lee 'What's the problem with you?" 'Aw jailer, Louis Collins' ghost brought Delia's with him, too." The angels laid them away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Well they buried little Delia With Louis Collins at her head The angels laid them away
And out of Delia's bed came briars Out of Louis's bed a rose Out of Stacker Lee's came Stacker Lee's cold lonely little ghost
And I'm looking over rooftops And I'm hoping that it ain't true That the same God looks out for them Looks out for me and you