Coc*ine Blues-Hank Thompson

[ti:Coc*ine Blues] [ar:Hank Thompson] [al:Secret Meeting] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Coc*ine Blues - Hank Thompson [00:00.50]Written by：T. J. "Red" Arnall [00:01.00]Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds [00:03.73] [00:04.70]I took a shot of coc*ine and I shot my woman down [00:07.35] [00:08.33]Went right home and I went to bed [00:10.91] [00:11.58]I stuck that lovin'44 beneath my head [00:14.57] [00:15.71]Woke up next mornin' grabbed that gun [00:18.44] [00:19.40]Took a shot of coc*ine and away I run [00:22.10] [00:22.90]I made a good run but I went too slow [00:25.58] [00:26.52]They overtook me down in juarez mexico [00:29.07] [00:30.39]Late in the hot joints smokin' the pill [00:33.14] [00:34.16]In walked the sheriff from jericho hill [00:36.63] [00:37.60]He said willy lee your name is not jack brown [00:40.41] [00:41.24]You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down [00:44.01] [00:59.95]Yes oh yes my name is willy lee [01:02.46] [01:03.49]If you've got the warrant just read it to me [01:06.41] [01:07.29]Shot her cold cause she made me sore [01:09.93] [01:10.83]I thought I was her daddy but she had five more [01:13.67] [01:14.87]Put me on the train I was dressed in black [01:17.45] [01:18.36]Came the sherriff and he brought me back [01:21.13] [01:22.07]Had no one for to go my bail [01:24.81] [01:25.73]They slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail [01:28.58] [01:29.71]And next morning along about nine [01:32.29] [01:33.59]I spied the sheriff coming down the line [01:35.87] [01:36.89]Ah and he coughed as he cleared his throat [01:39.71] [01:40.69]He said come on you dirty hack into that district court [01:43.38] [01:58.71]Into the courtroom trial began [02:01.18] [02:02.52]Where I was handled by twelve honest men [02:05.21] [02:06.12]Just before the jury started out [02:08.73] [02:09.68]I saw the little judge commence to look about [02:12.32] [02:13.57]In about five minutes in walked the man [02:16.61] [02:17.35]Holding the verdict in his right hand [02:19.96] [02:20.78]The verdict read in the first degree [02:23.56] [02:24.46]I hollered lowdy lowdy have a mercy on me [02:27.31] [02:28.48]Judge he smiled as he picked up his ben [02:30.70] [02:31.69]Ninety-nine years in that old san quentin pen [02:34.24] [02:35.13]Ninety-nine years underneath that ground [02:37.91] [02:38.83]I can't forget the day I shot my woman down [02:41.63] [02:42.99]Come all you hots and listen unto me [02:45.91] [02:46.91]Lay off that whiskey and let that coc*ine be