Cocaine Blues

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Early one mornin' while makin' the 
rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and i shot 
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my woman down

Went right home and I went to bed
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I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my 
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head


Get up 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, 
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Mexico

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Laid in the hot joints taking the 
pill
In walked the sheriff from Jerico 
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Hill
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He said Willie Lee, your name is not
 Jack Brown
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You're the dirty hack that shot 
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your woman down

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"Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
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If you've got a warrant, just a-read
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 it to me
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Shot her down because she made me 
slow
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I thought i was her daddy but she 
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had five more

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When i was arrested i was dressed in
 black
They put me on a train and they took
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 me back
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I had no friend for to go my bail
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They slapped my dried up carcass in
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 that county jail

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Early next morning about a half past
 nine
I spotted a sheriff coming down the 
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line
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Afeter he coughed as he cleared his 
throat
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He said come on you dirty hack into 
the district

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

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In about five minutes in walked a 
man
Holding the verdict in his right 
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hand
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The verdict read, "In the first 
degree..."
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I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, have 
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mercy on me"

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The judge, he smiled as he picked up
 his pen
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Ninety-nine years in the Folsom Pen
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Ninety nine years underneath that 
ground
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I can't forget the day i shot that 
bad bitch down

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Come on you've got to listen unto me
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Lay off that whiskey, and let 
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that cocaine be