Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head. Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico. Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down. Say yes oh yes my name is Willie Lee If you've got a warrant just read it to me Shot her down because she made me slow I thought I was her daddy but she had five more. When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friends for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail. Early next morning about a half past nine I spied a sheriff comin' down the line Coughed and coughed as he cleared his throat He said come on you dirty hack into that district court Into the court room my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about. In about five minutes in walked a man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered Lordy Lordy have mercy on me The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen Ninety nine years in the Folsom pen Ninety nine years underneath that ground I can't forget today I shot that bad bitch down Come on you gotta listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be These man have receptions. Matlock, eight five oh six three two And Batshelter, eight three nine eight seven nine They have receptions I doubt that.
Written by: LESTER RANDAL BULLOCK
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