Hank Williams III

Cocaine Blues(Keyboard chords)

Hank Williams III

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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds 
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I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down 
                                
Went right home and I went to bed 
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I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head 
 
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Got up next mornin' and I grabbed my gun 
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I 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 
 
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Layed in the hot joint takin' the pill 
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In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill 
 
He said, 'Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, 
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You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down' 
 
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'Yes, Oh Yes, My name is Willy Lee, 
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If you've got a warrant just 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' 
 
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When I was arrested I was dressed in black 
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They put me on a train and they took me back 
 
Had no friend for to go my bail 
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They slapped my dried-up carcass in that county jail 
 
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The next mornin' about a half past nine 
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I spyed a sheriff comin' down the line 
 
He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat 
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He said 'Come on, you dirty hack to the district court....' 
 
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Into the courtroom 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 dirty judge commence to look about 
 
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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!' 
 
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The judge smiled as he picked up his pen 
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Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State 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 gotta listen unto me 
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Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.... Sooey!
	        

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