Cocaine Blues (Live)

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot a cocaine and I shot my baby down I shot her down and went to bed I stuffed that lovin' forty four beneath my head Woke up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico And in the highjoints takin' the pill In walked the sheriff from Saratoga?? hill Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown Your the dirty hack that shot your woman down Yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee If you've got a warrant you'd better read it to me I shot her down because she made me slow I thought I was her daddy but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black They threw me on a freight train and hauled me back Had no friend for to go my bail They stuck my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' round half past nine I saw the sheriff comin' down the line That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat Said come on you dirty hack into that district court Into the courtroom a trial began Where I was judged by twelve honest men Yes as the jury started walkin' out I saw that little judge commence to look about In about five minutes in walked a man Holdin' the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree Well I shouted lordy lordy please have mercy on me The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen Ninety nine years in the San Quentin pen Ninety nine years underneath that ground And I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on all you hotheads listen to me Stay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be