| I 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 next mornin’and I grabbed that gun
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| Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
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| Made a good run but I ran too slow
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| They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
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| Late in the hot joints takin’the pills
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| In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
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| He said, «Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
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| You’re the dirty heck that shot your woman down»
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| Said, «Yes, oh, yes, my name is Willy Lee
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| If you’ve got the warrant just a-read it to me
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| Shot her down because 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 put me on a train and they took me back
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| Had no friend for to go my bail
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| They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
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| Early next mornin''bout a half past nine
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| I spied the sheriff coming down the line
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| Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
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| He said, «Come on you dirty heck into that district court»
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| Into the courtroom my trial began
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| Where I was handled by twelve honest men
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| Just before the jury started out
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| I saw the little judge commence to look about
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| In about five minutes in walked the man
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| Holding the verdict in his right hand
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| The verdict read, 'Murder in the first degree'
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| I hollered, «Lawdy, Lawdy, have a mercy on me»
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| The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen
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| 99 years in the Folsom pen
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| 99 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 unto me
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| Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be |