Whiskey Blues

Lyrics

Early one mornin', I was makin' my rounds I was drunk on-a whiskey and I shot my woman down Shot her down and then went back to bed And I hid that lovin' .44 beneath my head Got up next mornin', had a good snort of rum Washed it down with a whiskey and away I run Made a good run, but I run too slow They overtook me way down south in Bendigo Standin' in a barroom, a-drinkin' my fill In walked the mounties from Broken Hill They said, "Willie Lee, your name is not Slim Brown "Why, you're the dirty dog that shot your woman down" Yes oh yes, my name is Willie Lee If ya got a warrant, you can read it to me Shot her cold because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more Then I was arrested and dressed up in black They put me on the train and they brought me back Had nobody there to go my bail They threw my dried-up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin', along about nine I spied the sheriff comin' down the line Right then he coughed until he cleared his throat He said, "Come on, you dirty dog, into that court" Into the courtroom, my trial began Where I was paneled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about In about five minutes, in walked a man Holdin' the verdict in his right hand The verdict read, "In the first degree" Oh, I hollered, "Lordy-Lordy, have-a mercy on me" The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in that old Parramatta Pen Ninety-nine years underneath the ground Oh, I'll ne'er forget the day I shot my woman down So come on, all you fellas, listen unto me Lay off-a that whiskey, and let those women be