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Well, early one evening I was rollin' around. I was feelin' kind of mean. I shot a deputy down. Strollin' on home and I went to bed. Well, I laid me pistol up under my head. He strolled along home (I took my time) and he went to bed (Thought I'd sleep some) Laid his pistol (Big twenty-two) up under his head (I keep it handy) Well, early in the morning 'bout the break of day, I figured it was time to make a getaway. Steppin' right along but I was steppin' too slow. Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico. He was steppin' right along (Were a-high footin' it) but he was steppin' too slow (It was a sultry day) Got surrounded by a sheriff (Boxed in) in Mexico. (I didn't even have a chance to see the country.) When I was arrested, I didn't have a dime. The sheriff says, "Son, you're ridin' free this time. Where you're goin' you won't need a cent 'cause the great state of Texas gonna pay your rent. 'Cause where you're goin' (I think he means jail) you won't need a cent (Well, he knows I'm broke) 'Cause the great state of Texas (Yippee!) gonna pay your rent. (I'm mighty grateful, fellas) Well, I didn't have a key and I didn't have a file. Natur'lly I stayed around until my trial. The judge was an old man; ninety-three and I didn't like the way the jury looked at me. The judge was an old man (Too old) Ninety-three (Entirely too old) I didn't like the way the jury looked at me. (I think they were suspicious.) The judge and the jury, they did agree. They all said murder in the first degree. They judge said, son, ("I don't know whether to hang you or not, but this killing of deputy sheriffs has just naturally got to stop! You've got a point there, judge!) It was a most unsatisfactory trial. They gave me ninety-nine years on the hard rock pile. Ninety and nine on the hard rock ground. All I ever did was shoot a deputy down. Ninety and nine (It could have been life.) On the hard rock pile (They might-a hung me) And all he ever did was shoot a deputy down (This whole thing has sure been a lesson to me. Bang! You're dead!) |
Early one mornin' while making the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down Went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head Got up the next morning and I grabbed my 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 Laid in the hot joint, takin' the pill In walked the Sheriff from Jericho Hill He said "Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown" "You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down" Yes, oh yes my name is Willie Lee If you've got a warrant just read it to me I shot her down 'cause 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 I had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my doddered carcass in that county jail The next morning 'bout a half past nine I spied a Sheriff comin' down the line He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat He said "Come on you dirty hack, to the district court" Entered the courtroom, and my trial began where I was held by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw that dirty 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 smiled as he picked up his pen "Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State Pen" Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on you've gotta listen up to me "Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be!" |