Early one mornin' 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 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.
As I lay in the hot joint, a-takin' those pills, in walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill; He said, "Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown, You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down." Said, "Yes oh yes, my name is Willy Lee, if you've got a warrant just a-read it to me; Shot her down 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, They put me on a train and they took me back. Had no friends for to go my bail, they slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail.
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine, I spied the sheriff coming down the line; Up then he coughed as he cleared his throat, He said <hack>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, 99 years in the Folsom pen; 99 years underneath that ground, I can't forget today I shot that bad bitch down.
Come on you gotta' listen to unto me, and lay off dat whiskey, and let that cocaine be.