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Hank Thompson - Cocaine Blues lyrics
Early one morning makin my round Took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down Went right home and I went to bed Stuck an 1144 beneath my head Woke up next morning grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run I made a good run but I went to slow They over took me down in Juarez, Mexico Sittin in the hop joint smoking my fill In walked the sheriff from cherry co-hill He said ‘Wilily, ur name is not Jack Brown’ Why ur the dirty hog that shot ur woman down Yes, oh yes my name is Wilily If you’ve got a warrant just read it to me Shot her cold how she made me sore I thought I was her daddy, but she had five more Put me on the train I was dressed in black Lost the sheriff man it brought me back Had no one to go my bail They slapped my dried up corcus in the county jail And next morning along about nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line And he coughed as he cleared his throat Come on u dirty hop into the district court Into the court room the trial began Where I was paneled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge convince a 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 thought oh lordy lordy have mercy on me The judge smiled as he picked u his pen Ninety-nine years in that old San Quentinpen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I’ll never forget the day I shot my woman down Come on you hops and listen up to me Just lay off your whiskey and let that cocaine be |
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