Cocaine Blues

Cocaine Blues - Hank Thompson

Written by：T. J. "Red" Arnall

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds

I took a shot of coc*ine and I shot my woman down

Went right home and I went to bed

I stuck that lovin'44 beneath my head

Woke up next mornin' grabbed that gun

Took a shot of coc*ine and away I run

I made a good run but I went too slow

They overtook me down in juarez mexico

Late in the hot joints smokin' the pill

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

Yes oh yes my name is willy lee

If you've got the warrant just read it to me

Shot her cold cause 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

Came the sherriff and he brought me back

Had no one for to go my bail

They slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail

And next morning along about nine

I spied the sheriff coming down the line

Ah and he coughed as he cleared his throat

He said come on you dirty hack into that district court

Into the courtroom trial began

Where I was handled by twelve honest men

Just before the jury started out

I saw the 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 lowdy lowdy have a mercy on me

Judge he smiled as he picked up his ben

Ninety-nine years in that old san quentin pen

Ninety-nine years underneath that ground

I can't forget the day I shot my woman down

Come all you hots and listen unto me

Lay off that whiskey and let that coc*ine be