Cocaine Blues

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Early one mornin while makin the rounds, I took a shot of cocaine and 
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shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed, I stuck that 
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lovin .44 beneath my head. Got up the next mornin and I grabbed that gun. 
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Took a shot of cocaine and away I run. Made a good run but I run too slow, 
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they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico. Laid in the hot joints takin the 
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pill. In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill. He said Willie Lee, your name 
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is not Jack Brown, you‘re the dirty hack that shot your woman down. 
 
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 sore. 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 took me back. Had no friend for to go my bail. They slapped my 
dried up carcass in that county jail. Early next mornin, bout a half past 
nine, I spied the sheriff comin down the line. Upped and he coughed as he 
flared his nose, he said well come on you dirty hack into that district 
court. Into the courtroom where my trial began where I was held by twelve 
honest men. Just before the jury started out, I saw that little judge come 
as 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 the day I shot that bad bitch down. Come all, you 
gotta listen unto me, lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.