Johnny Cash

Cocaine Blues

Johnny Cash


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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds 
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I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down 
 
I went right home and i went to bed 
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I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head 
 
Get up next mornin'  and i grabbed that gun 
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Took a shot of cocaine and away i run 
 
Made a good run but i run too slow 
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They overtook me down in juarez mexico 
 
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pills
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In walked a sheriff from jeraco hills 
 
He said willy lee your name is not jack brown 
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You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down 
 
Oh yes oh yes my name is willie lee 
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If you've got a warrant just a read it to me 
 
Shot her down because she made me slow 
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I thought i was her daddy but she had five more 
 
When i was arrested i was dressed in black 
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They put me on a train and they took me back 
 
I had no friend for to go my bail 
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They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail 
 
Early next morning about a half past nine 
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I spotted a sheriff coming down the line 
 
Afeter he coughed as he cleared his throat 
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He said come on you dirty hack into the district  
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Court 
 
Into the court room my trial began  
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Where i was held by twelve honest men 
 
Just before the jury started out 
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I saw that little judge commence to look about 
 
In about five minutes in walked a man 
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Holding the verdict in his right hand 
 
The verdict read in the first degree 
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I hollered lordy lordy have mercy on me 
 
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 
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Ninety nine years in the folsom pen 
 
Ninety nine years underneath that ground 
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I can't forget the day i shot that bad bitch down 
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Come on you've got to listen unto me 
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Stay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be