up chestnut hill down on murfreesboro pines he set up on the low rise slinging nickels and dimes he a bad man old stagolee it was stagolee shot jimmy oh little jimmy brown at the roadway motel gunned that boy down he a bad man old stagolee you see jimmy loved a girl a little girl named valentine they grew up on the hill there in the low rise next door to old stagolee but jimmy grew up in the bottoms boy and everybody knows that folks from the bottoms and the hill don t get along no one much liked stagolee so the folks down in the bottoms said boy don t get yourself killed ain t there plenty girls down here why chase one up the hill you watch out for old stagolee but jimmy said come on don t give me none of that shit you know little jimmy brown ain t afraid of no son of a bitch oh not even stagolee one night jimmy shootin dice down at the roadways outside room 22 down the breezeway and up walked old stagolee but jimmy shootin fire throwin seven in the air eleven eleven oh seven come again so he never saw old stagolee i wasn t there but i did hear the shots and by the time i arrived the place was crawling with cops though i did see old stagolee out in back of the motel all alone in his car went around the turnpike sneaked past the graveyard aw that goddamn stagolee so i stayed out of sight till he rolled away i don t need nobody thinkin that i saw a thing aw especially not stagolee one shot fired and one man dead was no fightin not one word said yeah he s a bad man stagolee so this story done been told time and time again same old means same old end same old stagolee