| Early one morning while makin' the rounds
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| I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down
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| I shot her down then I went to bed
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| I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head
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| Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
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| I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
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| Made a good run but I run too slow
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| The overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
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| In the hot joint takin' the pills
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| There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
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| «Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
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| You’re the dirty hack that shot your woman down»
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| Yes, so my name’s is Billy Lee
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| If you’ve got a warrant you better read it to me
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| I shot her down 'cause she made me sore
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| I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
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| When I was arrested I was dressed in black
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| They threw me on a freight train and hauled me back
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| Had no friend who’d go my bail
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| They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
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| Early next morning 'round half past nine
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| I saw the sheriff comin' down the line
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| That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat
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| Said, «Come on, you dirty hackin' to the district court»
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| Into the courtroom, my trial began
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| Where I was judged by twelve honest men
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| Yes, as the jury started walkin' out
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| I saw that little judge commence to look about
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| In about five minutes then walked a man
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| Holding the verdict in his right hand
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| The verdict read in the first degree
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| Well I shouted «Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on me»
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| The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen
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| Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Penn
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| Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
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| But I can’t forget that day I shot my woman down
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| Come on you’ve got to listen unto me
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| Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be |