Letras
Early one mornin' while I was makin' my rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
Stuck my lovin' forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next mornin', grabbed my gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I went too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Sittin' in a hop joint smokin' my fill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said, "Willy Lee, you ain't Jack Brown
You're the dirty hop that shot your woman down"
"Yes, oh yes, I am Willy Lee
If you got a warrant, just read it to me
I shot her cold because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more"
They put me on a train, I was dressed in black
Lord, that old sheriff, he brought me back
Didn't have nobody to go my bail
They slapped my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Then the next mornin' along about nine
I spied the county sheriff comin' down the line
He harked and he coughed and he cleared his throat
"Come on you dirty hop into the district court"
Into the courtroom, the trial began
I was paneled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge come a-sneakin' out
'Bout five minutes out walked a man
Holdin' the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me"
The judge, he smiled and he picked up his pen
Sayin', "Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I will never forget the day I shot my woman down"
Come all you hopheads and listen to me
Lay off that liquor and let that cocaine be