Cocaine Blues(Chords)

	        
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= Strum once 

Play this lead when you go back to C at the beginning of each verse: 
E|------------------------| 
B|------------------------| 
G|------------------------| 
D|------------------------| 
A|----0-2-3---------------| 
E|--3---------------------| 
 
 
C 
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds 
                               G  
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down 
                                
Went right home and I went to bed 
  C                                        
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head 
 
C 
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed my gun 
                             G 
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run 
                                
Made a good run but I run too slow 
     C                    
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico 
 
C 
Layed in the hot joint takin' the pill 
                         G 
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill 
 
He said, 'Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, 
C  
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down' 
 
 C 
'Yes, Oh Yes, My name is Willy Lee, 
                             G 
If you've got a warrant just read it to me, 
 
Shot her down because she made me slow, 
  C  
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more' 
 
C 
When I was arrested I was dressed in black 
                                G 
They put me on a train and they took me back 
 
Had no friend for to go my bail 
     C  
They slapped my dried-up carcass in that county jail 
 
C 
The next mornin' about a half past nine 
                         G 
I spyed a sheriff comin' down the line 
 
He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat 
   C  
He said 'Come on, you dirty hack to the district court....' 
 
C 
Into the courtroom my trial began 
                    G 
Where I was held by twelve honest men 
 
Just before the jury started out 
  C  
I saw that dirty judge commence to look about 
 
C 
In about five minutes in walked a man 
                       G 
Holding the verdict in his right hand 
 
The verdict read 'In the first degree....' 
  C  
I hollered 'Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me!' 
 
C  
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen 
                         G 
Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State pen 
 
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground 
  C  
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down   
 
C                        F  
Come on you gotta listen unto me 
G                                         C      N.C. 
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.... Sooey!