Early one morning while making my rounds

I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down

I shot her down bacause she made me stoned

Late the next morning I grabbed my gun

I took a shot of cocaine and away I run

It made me run, but I run too slow

They took me down at the border of Mexico

Taking the highroads taking the kill

Goin' watchin the sheriff from Circle Hill

Tilley lil lady my name is nice Jack Brown

Yes my name is Doo Little Lee

If you got a warrant you better read it to me

I shot her down cause she made me stoned

When I was arrested I was pressed at blank

They needed a freight train to hold me back

I got no friend who are gonna pay my bail

I became a dried up carcas in the county jail

The next morning bout half past nine

I saw a sheriff walking down the line

The sheriff said as he cleared his throat

The nest morning my trial began

Where I was judged by twelve honest men

In bout five minutes in walks a man

holding the verdict in his right hand

the verdict said in the third degree

I tried so lord plase have mercy on me

ninety nine years in the Sam Clint Ben

ninety nine years in which he made me proud

I wont forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Comon you haglers listen up to me

Say I took this letter and a bag of cocaine