Hank Williams Iii

Cocaine Blues
Hank Williams III


*= Strum once

Play this lead when you go back to C at the beginning of each verse:

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B|------------------------|
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E|--3---------------------|



C
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
                               G 
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
                               
Went right home and I went to bed
  C*                                      
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head

C
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed my gun
                             G
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
                               
Made a good run but I run too slow
     C*                  
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

C
Layed in the hot joint takin' the pill
                         G
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill

He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown,
C*
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down"

 C
"Yes, Oh Yes, My name is Willy Lee,
                             G
If you've got a warrant just read it to me,

Shot her down because she made me slow,
  C*
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more"

C
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
                                G
They put me on a train and they took me back

Had no friend for to go my bail
     C*
They slapped my dried-up carcass in that county jail

C
The next mornin' about a half past nine
                         G
I spyed a sheriff comin' down the line

He kind of coughed as he cleared his throat
   C*
He said "Come on, you dirty hack to the district court...."

C
Into the courtroom my trial began
                    G
Where I was held by twelve honest men

Just before the jury started out
  C*
I saw that dirty judge commence to look about

C
In about five minutes in walked a man
                       G
Holding the verdict in his right hand

The verdict read "In the first degree...."
  C*
I hollered "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me!"

C 
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen
                         G
Ninety-nine years in the Folsom State pen

Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
  C*
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down  

C
Come on you gotta listen unto me
G                                         C      N.C.
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be.... Sooey!




Joe@