Cocaine Blues

Early one mornin while makin the rounds, I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed, I stuck that lovin .44 beneath my head. Got up the 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. Laid in the hot joints takin the pill. In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill. He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman down. Oh yes, my name is Willie Lee. If you've got a warrant just 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 took me back. Had no friend for to go my bail. They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail. Early next mornin, bout a half past nine, I spied the sheriff comin down the line. Upped and he coughed as he flared his nose, he said well come on you dirty hack into that district court. Into the courtroom where my trial began where I was held by twelve honest men. Just before the jury started out, I saw that little judge come as to look about. In about five minutes in walked a 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. Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen. Ninety-nine years underneath that ground, I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down. Come all, you gotta listen unto me, lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.