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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds |
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I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down |
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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 the shot of cocaine and away I run |
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Made a good 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 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 hack 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 aread it to me |
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Shot her down because she made me sour |
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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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Talked 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 in the first degree |
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I hollered Lordy Lordy 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 |
