Early one morning, makin' my rounds Took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman downWent right home and I went to bed, bucket 11-44 beneath my headWoke up next morning, grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I runI made a good run, but I went too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, MexicoSittin' in the hop joint, smokin' my fill In walked the sheriff from Jericho HillHe said, Willie Lee, your name is not Jack BrownWhy, you're the dirty hop that shot your woman downYes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee If you got a warrant, just read it to meShot her cold cause she made me sore I thought I was her daddy, but she had five morePut me on the train, I was dressed in black Lawd, the sheriff, man, he brought me backHad no one to go by bail I dried up corpus in the county jailAnd next morning, along about nine I spied the sheriff comin' down the lineHarked and he coughed as he cleared his throat Lawd, you dirty hop, into the district courtInto the courtroom the trial began Where I was paneled by twelve honest menJust before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look aboutIn about five minutes, in walked a man Holdin' the verdict in his right handThe verdict read in the first degree I hollered, Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on meJudge smiled as he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in that old San Quentin penNinety-nine years underneath that ground I'll never forget the day I shot my woman downCome on, you hops, and listen unto me Just lay off your whiskey and let that cocaine be