Cocaine Blues (Cash Johnny)

C Early one mornin' I was makin' my rounds G Took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down Went right home and I went to bed C G C Stuck that lovin' forty-four right under my head Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun 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 Layin' in a hop joint a-smokin' a pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hophead shot your woman down Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee If you've got a warrant, just read it to me Shot her cold because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy, but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black Put me on the train and then they brought me back Had no friends for to go my bail They slapped my dried-up carcass in that Lincoln-Heights jail Early next mornin' about a half past nine I spied the sheriff comin' down the line He hacked and he coughed as e cleared his throat Come on, you dirty hype into that district court Into the courtroom my trial began There I was paneled by twelve honest men Just before the jury had started out I saw that 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 hollered `Lordy, lordy, have mercy on me!` The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come all you hopheads and listen unto me Just lay off of whiskey and let that cocaine be