Intro AA Early one morning while making the rounds E Took a transfusion and I shot my woman down E Went right home and I went to bed A N.C. I stuck that loving .44 beneath my head A Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun E Took a transfusion and away I run E Made a good run, but I run too slow A N.C. They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico A Late in the hot joint, taking the pill E In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill E He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown A N.C. You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down" A Said, "Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee E If you've got a warrant, just read it to me E Shot her down because she made me slow A N.C. I thought I was her daddy but she had five more" A When I was arrested, I was dressed in black E Put me on a train and they took me back E Had no friends for to go my bail A N.C. They slapped my dried-up carcass in that county jail A Into the courtroom, my trial began E Where I was handled by twelve honest men E Just before the jury started out A N.C. I saw that little judge commence to look about A In about five minutes, in walked a man E Holding the verdict in his right hand E Verdict read "in the first degree" A N.C. I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me!" A The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen E Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen E Ninety-nine years underneath that ground A N.C. I can't forget the day I shot my woman down Outro A D7 Come all, you gotta listen unto me E7 A Lay off that liquor and let that transfusion be