Cocaine Blues

Early one mornin' I was makin' my rounds

Took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down

Went right home and I went to bed

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