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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took the shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico Laid in the hot joints takin' the pills In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down" Said, "Yes oh yes, my name is Willy Lee If you've got a warrant just a-read it to me Shot her down because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more" When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail Early next mornin' 'bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line I had to gulp as he cleared his throat He said, "Come on, you dirty hack, into that district court" Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about In about five minutes, in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read, "In the first degree" I hollered, "Lordy Lordy, have mercy on me" The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom Pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on you've gotta listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Writer(s): T J Arnall, William A Nichols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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