Transfusion Blues

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds Took a transfusion, and I shot my woman down Went right home, and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a transfusion and away, I run Made a good run, but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico 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 hack that shot your woman down" Said, "Yes, oh-yes, 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" When I was arrested, I was dressed in black Put me on a train and they took me back Had no friends for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was handled by 12 honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commenced to look about In about five minutes, in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand Verdict read in the first degree I hollered, "Lowdy, Lowdy, have a mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the San Quentin pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot my woman down Come on, you gotta listen unto me Lay off that liquor, and let that transfusion be!