| Early one mornin' while making the rounds
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| I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
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| Went right home and I went to bed
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| I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
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| Got up the next morning and I grabbed my gun
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| 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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| They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
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| Laid in the hot joint, takin' the pill
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| In walked the Sheriff from Jericho Hill
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| He said «Willie 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, oh yes my name is Willie Lee
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| If you’ve got a warrant just read it to me
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| I shot her down 'cause she made me slow
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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 put me on a train and they took me back
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| I had no friend for to go my bail
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| They slapped my doddered carcass in that county jail
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| The next morning 'bout a half past nine
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| I spied a Sheriff comin' down the line
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| He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat
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| He said «Come on you dirty hack, to the district court»
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| Entered the courtroom, and my trial began
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| Where I was held by twelve honest men
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| Just before the jury started out
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| I saw that dirty judge commence to look about
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| In about five minutes, in 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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| I hollered «Lordy, Lordy — have mercy on me!»
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| The judge smiled as he picked up his pen
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| «Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State Pen»
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| Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
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| I can’t forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
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| Come on you’ve gotta listen up to me
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| «Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be!» |