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Cocaine Blues (Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA - January 1968)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Vocals
J. Hensley
J. Hensley
Electric Guitar
Bob Wootton
Bob Wootton
Electric Guitar
Ricky Skaggs
Ricky Skaggs
12-String Guitar
Charles Cochran
Charles Cochran
Piano
Jack Routh
Jack Routh
Electric Guitar
Brian Ahern
Brian Ahern
Percussion
W.S. Holland
W.S. Holland
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T.J. Arnall
T.J. Arnall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Ahern
Brian Ahern
Producer
Billy Sherrill
Billy Sherrill
Engineer
Harold Lee
Harold Lee
Engineer
Donivan Cowart
Donivan Cowart
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Early one morning, while making the rounds
Took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
[Verse 2]
Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run, but I ran too slow
The overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
[Verse 3]
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown"
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
[Verse 4]
Said, "Yes sir, my name is Willy Lee"
If you've got a warrant, just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy, but she had five more
[Verse 5]
When I was arrested, I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
I had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
[Verse 6]
Got up next morning 'bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Hocked and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hop into that district court
[Verse 7]
Into the courtroom, my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
[Verse 8]
In about five minutes, in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered lawdy, lawd, have a mercy on me
[Verse 9]
The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down
[Verse 10]
Come on you hops and listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Written by: T.J. Arnall
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