A# Early one morning while making the rounds F Took a transfusion and I shot my woman down F Went right home and I went to bed A# I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun Took a transfusion and away I run Made a good run, but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico Laid in the hot joint, taking the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You are the dirty hack that shot your woman down" Said, "Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee If you've got a warrant, just 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 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 country jail 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 commenced to look about In about five minutes, in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand Verdict read "in the first degree" I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, have a mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his been Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot my woman down Come all you guys and listen unto me Lay off that liquor and let that transfusion be | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# F |