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Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 04:19:57 -0600
From: Larry Collins <larry@jugmusic.com>
Subject: Cocaine Blues.crd By Johnny cash

 Recorded by Johnny Cash on 1968 "Johnny Cash At Folsom Prison" Album. 

 ΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚ COCAINE BLUES
 ΚΚΚΚ 
 [C]Early one mornin' I was makin' My rounds
 Took a shot of cocaine and I [G]shot My woman down
 Went right home and I went to bed
 Stuck that [C]lovin' forty-four right [G]under My [C]head

 [C]Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
 Took a shot of cocaine and a[G]way I run
 Made a good run but I run too slow
 They [C]overtook Me down in Ju[G]arez Mexi[C]co

 Layin' in a hop joint a-smokin' a pill
 In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
 He said Willie Lee Your name is not Jack Brown
 You're the dirty hophead shot Your woman down

 Yes, Oh Yes, My name is Willie Lee
 If You've got a warrant just read it to me
 Shot Her cold 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
 Put Me on the train and then they brought Me back
 Had no friends for to go My bail
 They slapped My dried-up carcass in that Lincoln-Heights jail

 Early next mornin' about a half past nine
 I spied the sheriff comin' down the line
 He hacked and He coughed as He cleared His throat
 Come on You dirty hype into that dis-trict court

 Into the courtroom My trial began
 There I was paneled by twelve honest men
 Just before the jury had started out
 I saw that little judge commence 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
 Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen
 Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
 I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch downΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚ  (Airplay Version: day I shot my wo-man down)

 Come all You Hopheads and listen unto Me
 Just lay off of whiskey and let that cocaine be