They slapped my doddered carcass in that county jail
Holding the verdict in his right hand
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down”
The next morning 'bout a half past nine
“Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State Pen”
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
“Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be”
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen
Just before the jury started out
I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me”
The verdict read “In the first degree"
He said, “Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat
Made a good run but I run too slow
I laid in the hot joint, takin' the pill
I entered the courtroom and my trial began
Got up next morning and I grabbed my gun
I shot her down 'cause she made me slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
Come on you've gotta listen up to me
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
When I was arrested, I was dressed in black
Where I was held by twelve honest men
He said, “Come on you dirty hack, to the district court”
They put me on a train and they took me back
In walked the Sheriff from Jericho Hill
Went right home and I went to bed
I saw that dirty judge commence to look about
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
I had no friend for to go my bail
I spied a Sheriff comin' down the line
In about five minutes, in walked a man
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee
