Johnny Cash - Transfusion Blues lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Transfusion Blues lyrics]
Early one morning while making the rounds
Took a transfusion and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
Got up next morning 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
Laid in the hot joint, taking the pill
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"
Said, "Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant
Just 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 that little judge
Commenced to look about
In about five minutes, in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
Verdict read "in the first degree"
I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy
Have mercy on me!"
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down
Come all you gotta listen unto me
Lay off that liquor and
Let that transfusion be
Took a transfusion and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
Got up next morning 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
Laid in the hot joint, taking the pill
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"
Said, "Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant
Just 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 that little judge
Commenced to look about
In about five minutes, in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
Verdict read "in the first degree"
I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy
Have mercy on me!"
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down
Come all you gotta listen unto me
Lay off that liquor and
Let that transfusion be