Cocaine Blues

Early one morning while making the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went straight home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving forty-four beneath my head

Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They caught me in a border town in Mexico

Lying in a prison cell, takin' a pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Said "Willy Lee, your name is not Jed Brown
You're the dirty bastard shot your woman down"

Oh yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you got a warrant, man, read it to me
I shot her down 'cause she made me sore
I thought I was her lover but she had five more

Well when I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they hauled me back
Had nobody for to go my bail
They sat my dried-up carcass in that county jail

Early next morning 'bout half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
The man he laughed as he cleared his throat
Said "Come on, you dirty hack, into that district court"

Into the courtroom my trial began
There I was held by the twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about

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 on, you fellas, listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be