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 [bad word] 
Made a [bad word]  but [bad word] too slow; they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.

As I lay in the hot joint, a-takin' those pills, in walked a 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 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 friends 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 the [bad word] down the line;
Up then he coughed as he cleared his throat,
He said [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 today I shot that bad [bad word] down. [bad word] on you gotta' listen to unto me, and lay off dat whiskey, and let that cocaine be.