Cocaine Blues - Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA - January 1968

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 walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
 He 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 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
 Had no friend for to go my bail
 They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
 Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
 I spied a sheriff coming down the line
 Hawked and 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 the man
 Holding the verdict in his right hand
 The verdict read in the first degree
 I hollered, "Lawdy Lawdy, 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 all you gotta listen unto me
 Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be