Transfusion Blues

<p>[Verse]<br/>Early one morning while making the rounds<br/>Took a transfusion 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 transfusion and away I run<br/>Made a good run, but I run too slow<br/>They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico<br/><br/>Laid in the hot joint, taking the pill<br/>In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill<br/>He said, &quot;Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown<br/>You&#x27;re the dirty heck that shot your woman down&quot;<br/>Said, &quot;Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee<br/>If you&#x27;ve got a warrant, just read it to me&quot;<br/>Shot her down because she made me slow<br/>I thought I was her daddy, but she had five more<br/><br/>When I was arrested, I was dressed in black<br/>Put me on a train and they took me back<br/>Had no friends for to go my bail<br/>They slapped my dried-up carcass in that county jail<br/><br/>Into the courtroom, my trial began<br/>Where I was handled by 12 honest men<br/>Just before the jury started out<br/>I saw that little judge commenced to look about<br/><br/>In about five minutes, in walked a man<br/>Holding the verdict in his right hand<br/>Verdict read &quot;in the first degree&quot;<br/>I hollered, &quot;Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me!&quot;<br/><br/>The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen<br/>Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen<br/>Ninety-nine years underneath that ground<br/>I can&#x27;t forget the day I shot my woman down<br/><br/>Come all you gotta listen unto me<br/>Lay off that liquor and let that transfusion be