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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 baby down |
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I shot her down then I went to bed |
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I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head |
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Woke up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun |
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Well, I took a 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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In the hot joint takin' the pill |
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There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill |
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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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Yes, oh yes my name is Billy Lee |
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If you've got a warrant you better read it to me |
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I shot her down 'cause 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 threw me on a freight train and hauled me back |
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Had no friend who'd go my bail |
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They stuck my dried-up carcass in that Missouri jail |
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Early next mornin', 'round half past nine |
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I saw the sheriff comin' down the line |
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That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat |
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Said, "Come on you dirty hackin' to the district court" |
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Into the courtroom my trial began |
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Where I was judged by twelve honest men |
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Yes, as the jury started walkin' out |
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I saw that little judge commence to look about |
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In about five minutes then walked in 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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Well, I shouted, "Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on me" |
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The judge he smiled, when he picked up his pen |
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Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Penn |
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Ninety-nine years underneath that ground |
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But I can't forget that day, I shot that bad bitch down |
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Come on, you hot heads you listen unto me |
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Stay off that whiskey, and let that cocaine be |