Early one morning
Making my rounds
Took a shot of cocaine
And I shot my woman down
Went right home
And I went to bed
Stuck a loving fourty-four
Beneath my head
Woke up next morning
Grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine
And away I run
I made a good run
But I went too slow
They overtook me down
In Juarez, Mexico
Sitting in the hop joint
Smoking my fill
In walked the sheriff
From Jericho Hill
He said "Willy Lee
Your name is not Jack Brown
Why you're the dirty hog
That shot your woman down"
"Yes, oh yes
My name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant
Just read it to me
Shot her cold
How she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy
But she had five more"
Put me on the train
I was dressed in black
Lost the sheriff man
It brought me back
Had no one
To go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass
In the county jail
And next morning
Along about nine
I spied the sheriff
Coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed
As he cleared his throat
"Come on, you dirty hog
Into the district court"
Into the court room
The trial began
Where I was paneled
By twelve honest men
Just before
The jury started out
I saw the 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 thought, "Oh lordy lordy
Have mercy on me"
The judge smiled
As he picked u his pen
Ninety-nine years
In that old San Quentin pen
Ninety-nine years
Underneath that ground
I'll never forget the day
I shot my woman down
Come on, you hops
And listen up to me
Just lay off your whiskey
And let that cocaine be