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

Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
And I 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

And in the hot joints taking the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You’re the dirty hack that shot your woman down

Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you’ve got a warrant, you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause 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 threw me on a freight train and hauled me back
Had no friend who would go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in that county jail

Early next morning, 'round half past nine
I saw the sheriff coming down the line
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat
Said, “Come on you dirty hack into that district court”

Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes, as the jury started walking out
I saw that little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked in a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
Well, I shouted, “Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on me”

The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
And I can’t forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come all you hop heads, listen unto me
Stay off that whiskey, and let that cocaine be

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