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     Early one mornin while makin the rounds, I took a shot of cocaine and 
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shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed, I stuck that 
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lovin .44 beneath my head. Got up the next mornin and I grabbed that gun.
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Took a shot of cocaine and away I run. Made a good run but I run too slow,
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they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico. Laid in the hot joints takin the
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pill. In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill. He said Willie Lee, your name
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is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
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Oh yes, my name is Willie Lee. If you've got a warrant just read it to me.
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Shot her down because she made me sore. I thought I was her daddy but she
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had five more. When I was arrested I was dressed in black. They put me on
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a train and took me back. Had no friend for to go my bail. They slapped my
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dried up carcass in that county jail. Early next mornin, bout a half past
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nine, I spied the sheriff comin down the line. Upped and he coughed as he
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flared his nose, he said well come on you dirty hack into that district
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court. Into the courtroom where my trial began where I was held by twelve
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honest men. Just before the jury started out, I saw that little judge come
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as to look about. In about five minutes in walked a man holding the verdict
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in his right hand. The verdict read in the first degree, I hollered lordy
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lordy have mercy on me. The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen.
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Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen. Ninety-nine years underneath that
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ground, I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down. Come all, you
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gotta listen unto me, lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.