Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds, I took a shot of cocaine and I
shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed, I stuck that
lovin' .44 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 joints takin' the
pill. In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill. He said Willie Lee, your name
is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
Said 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 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 a sheriff comin' down the line. Upped and he coughed as he
cleared his throat, he said come on you dirty hack, into that district
court. Into the courtroom my trial began where I was held 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 the day I shot that bad bitch down. Come all, you
gotta listen unto me, lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.