| Early one morning as I was making my rounds
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| I got drunk on whisky and I shot my woman down
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| Shot her down and then went back to bed
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| And I hid that lovin' 44. beneath my bed
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| Got up next mornin', had a good snort of rum
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| Washed it down with a whisky and away I run
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| I run so fast but I run too slow
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| They overtook me way down south in Bendigo
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| Standing in a bar-room a-drinkin' my fill
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| When in walked two mounties from broken hill
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| They said, 'Willie Lee', your name is not 'Slim Brown, '
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| Why you’re the dirty dog that shot your woman down
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| Yessir oh yessir, my name is Willie Lee
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| And if you’ve got a warrant, you can read it to me
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| I shot her dead because she made me sore
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| She said I was her daddy but she had five more
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| Then I was arrested and dressed me in black
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| Put me on the train to carry me back
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| I had no-one left to go my bail
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| They threw my dried-up carcase in the county jail
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| Early next morning, 'bout a quarter to nine
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| I spied the sheriff comin' down the line
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| He coughed and coughed until he cleared his throat
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| Com’on you dirty dog, into that court you go
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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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| Oh, lordy lordy lordy, have-a mercy on me
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| Ninety-nine years underneath the ground
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| I’ll ne’er forget the day I shot my woman down
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| So come on you fellas, and listen to me
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| Lay off-a that whisky, and let those women be |