Cocaine Blues

<p>Early one morning while making the rounds<br/>I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down<br/>Went right home and I went to bed<br/>I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head<br/><br/>Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun<br/>Took a shot of cocaine and away I run<br/>Made a good run but run too slow<br/>They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico<span><br/><br/>Laid in the hot joints taking the pill<span><br/>In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill<span><br/>He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown<br/>You&#x27;re the dirty hop that shot your woman down<span><br/><br/>I said yes sir, my name is Willie Lee<br/>If you got a warrant, just read it to me<br/>Shot her down because she made me sorе<br/>I thought I was her daddy but she had five morе<br/>When I was arrested I was dressed in black<br/>They put me on train and it took me back<br/>I had no friends for to go my bail<br/>They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail<br/><br/>Got up next morning about a half past nine<br/>Spied a sheriff coming down the line<br/>Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat<br/>He said, come on you dirty hop into that district court<br/><br/>Into the courtroom, my trial began<br/>Where I was handled by twelve honest men<br/>Just before that jury started out<br/>I saw that little judge commence to look about<br/><br/>In about five minutes, in walked a man<br/>Holding the verdict in his right hand<br/>The verdict read in the first degree<br/>I hollered, lordy lordy, have mercy on me<br/><br/>The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen<br/>Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen<br/>Ninety-nine years underneath that ground<br/>I can&#x27;t forget the day I shot my woman down<br/><br/>Come on you hops and listen unto me<br/>Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be