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. Late in the hot joints, takin' the pills, in walks the sheriff from Jericho Hill. 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 friend for to go my bail, they slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail. Early next mornin' bout a half past nine, I spot the sheriff coming down the line. Up then 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, 99 years in the Folsom pen; 99 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 whisky, and let that cocaine be.