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Cocaine Blues Lyrics

from Hank III Collector's Edition

"Cocaine Blues" is track #18 on the album Hank III Collector's Edition. It was written by Arnall, T. J./nichols, William Lee.
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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 next morning and I grabbed my gun
I 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

I 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

I 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

[Incomprehensible]

Songwriters
ARNALL, T. J./NICHOLS, WILLIAM LEE

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