[Verse 1]
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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.
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            I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
            
            [Verse 2]
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            Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun, took a shot of cocaine and
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            away I run. Made a good run but I run too slow
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            They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
            
            [Verse 3]
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            Late in the hot joints takin' the pills, in walked the sheriff from
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            Jericho Hill. He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown.
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            You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
            
            [Verse 4]
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            Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee, if you've got the warrant just
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            a-read it to me. Shot her down because she made me slow.
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            I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
            
            [Verse 5]
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            When I was arrested I was dressed in black, they put me on a train and they
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            took me back. Had no friend for to go my bail.
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            They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
            
            [Verse 6]
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            Early next mornin' about a half past nine, I spied the sheriff coming
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            down the line. Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat, he said
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            come on you dirty heck into that district court.
            
            [Verse 7]
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            Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by
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            twelve honest men. Just before the jury started out
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            I saw the little judge commence to look about.
            
            [Verse 8]
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            In about five minutes in walked a man, Holding the verdict in
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            his right hand. The verdict read in the first degree.
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            I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me.
            
            [Verse 9]
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            The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the
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            Folsom pen. 99 years underneath that ground.
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            I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down.
            
            [Verse 10]
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            Come on you've gotta listen
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            unto me, lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.
            

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