Cocaine Blues
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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds, I took a shot of cocaine and I
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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 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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Said yes, 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 slow. 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 they took me back. Had no friend for to go my bail. They slapped my

dried up carcass in that county jail.

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Early next mornin' 'bout a half past nine,
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I spied a sheriff comin' down the line. Upped and he coughed as he
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cleared his throat, he said come on you dirty hack, into that district
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court.  Into the courtroom 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 commence
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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.