Early one morning while makin' the rounds,
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down,
I went right home and I went to bed,
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head.
Got up next morning 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.
Late in the hot joints taking the pill,
in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hil,
he said Willie Lee your name is not Jack Brown,
your the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
Said yes, o, yes my name is Willie Lee,
If you've got a warrant just read it to me,
shot her down because she made me slow,
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black,
they put me on a train and they took me back,
had no friend for to go my bail,
the slapped my died up carcass in that county jail.
Early next morning 'bout a half past nine,
I spied a sheriff coming down the line,
hocked and he coughed as he cleared his throat,
he said come on you dirty hack into that district court.
Into the courtroom my trial began,
where I was handled by twelve honest men,
just before the jury 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 Folsom Pen,
ninety nine years underneath that ground,
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down.
Come on you gotta listen unto me,
lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.