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Lyricist: George Thorogood
Lyrics:
Early one morning while making the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down I shot her down then I went to bed I stuck that loving forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun And 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
And in the hot joints taking the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill 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 a warrant, you better read it to me I shot her down 'cause 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 threw me on a freight train and hauled me back Had no friend who would go my bail They stuck my dried-up carcass in that county jail
Early next morning, 'round half past nine I saw the sheriff coming down the line That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat Said, 'Come on you dirty hack into that district court'
Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was judged by twelve honest men Yes, as the jury started walking out I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked in a man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree Well, I shouted, 'Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on me'
The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Pen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground And I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come all you hop heads, listen unto me Stay off that whiskey, and let that cocaine be
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