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Early one mornin' while makin' my 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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And stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head |
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Got up next mornin' and I grabbed up that gun |
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Took a shot of cocaine and away I run |
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Made my run but I run too slow |
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They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico |
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Late in the hot joint, smokin' a deal |
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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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Said, "You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down" |
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"Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee |
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If you've got a warrant just read it to me |
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I 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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I had no friend for to go my bail |
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They slapped my dried up [Incomprehensible] jail |
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Early next mornin' 'bout a half past nine |
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I spot that big old sheriff comin' down the line |
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He hacked and he coughed as he cleared his throat |
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Said, "Come on, you dirty hack" 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 that little judge commence to look about |
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In about five minutes in walked a man |
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Holding up the verdict in his right hand |
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"Guilty, guilty in the first degree" |
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I hollered, "Someone please come sing them blues to me" |
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The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen |
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And he said, "99 years in that San Quentin pen" |
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99 years underneath that ground |
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I'd never forget the day I shot that bad bitch down |
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Come on, get up and listen unto me |
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Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be |