Cocaine Blues Chords by George Thorogood And The Destroyers
Tempo:
70.925 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Cm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
Early one morning while making the rounds, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and I shot my baby down.
I shot her down and I went [C] to bed, I stuck that loving .44
beneath my head.
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and away I run.
Made a good run but I run too [C] slow, they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
And in the high joints taking the pill, head walk a [G] sheriff from Syracuse Hill.
Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman [C] down.
Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee, if you've got a warrant [G] you better read it to me.
I shot her down cause she made me so, [C] I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black, they threw [Cm] me on a [G] free train and hauled me back.
Had no friend in Puerto Rico, my [C] pal, they struck my dad a carcass in that county jail.
[G]
[C]
[F] [C]
[G] [C]
Early next morning around half past nine, I [G] saw a sheriff coming down the line.
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat, take him on you dirty hacking to that district [C] court.
Into the courtroom my trial began, where I [G] was judged match for a honest man.
Just as the jury started walking [C] out, I saw that little judge commence to look about.
In about five minutes in walked a man, holding the [G] verdict in his right hand.
The verdict made in the first degree, well I shouted Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on [C] me.
The judge smiled when he picked up his pen, ninety [G] nine years in the San Quentin pen.
Ninety nine years underneath [C] that crown, but I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch [F] down.
Come on you hotheads, listen to [G] me, say off that whiskey and lift [C] that cocaine fee.
[Am] [C]
Early one morning while making the rounds, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and I shot my baby down.
I shot her down and I went [C] to bed, I stuck that loving .44
beneath my head.
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and away I run.
Made a good run but I run too [C] slow, they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
And in the high joints taking the pill, head walk a [G] sheriff from Syracuse Hill.
Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman [C] down.
Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee, if you've got a warrant [G] you better read it to me.
I shot her down cause she made me so, [C] I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black, they threw [Cm] me on a [G] free train and hauled me back.
Had no friend in Puerto Rico, my [C] pal, they struck my dad a carcass in that county jail.
[G]
[C]
[F] [C]
[G] [C]
Early next morning around half past nine, I [G] saw a sheriff coming down the line.
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat, take him on you dirty hacking to that district [C] court.
Into the courtroom my trial began, where I [G] was judged match for a honest man.
Just as the jury started walking [C] out, I saw that little judge commence to look about.
In about five minutes in walked a man, holding the [G] verdict in his right hand.
The verdict made in the first degree, well I shouted Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on [C] me.
The judge smiled when he picked up his pen, ninety [G] nine years in the San Quentin pen.
Ninety nine years underneath [C] that crown, but I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch [F] down.
Come on you hotheads, listen to [G] me, say off that whiskey and lift [C] that cocaine fee.
[Am] [C]
Key:
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Early one morning while making the rounds, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and I shot my baby down.
I shot her down and I went [C] to bed, I stuck that loving .44
beneath my head.
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and away I run.
Made a good run but I run too [C] slow, they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
And in the high joints taking the pill, head walk a [G] sheriff from Syracuse Hill.
Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman [C] down.
Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee, if you've got a warrant [G] you better read it to me.
I shot her down cause she made me so, [C] I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black, they threw [Cm] me on a [G] free train and hauled me back.
Had no friend in Puerto Rico, my [C] pal, they struck my dad a carcass in that county jail.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Early next morning around half past nine, I [G] saw a sheriff coming down the line.
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat, take him on you dirty hacking to that district [C] court.
Into the courtroom my trial began, where I [G] was judged match for a honest man.
Just as the jury started walking [C] out, I saw that little judge commence to look about.
In about five minutes in walked a man, holding the [G] verdict in his right hand.
The verdict made in the first degree, well I shouted Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on [C] me.
The judge smiled when he picked up his pen, ninety [G] nine years in the San Quentin pen.
Ninety nine years underneath [C] that crown, but I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch [F] down.
Come on you hotheads, listen to [G] me, say off that whiskey and lift [C] that cocaine fee.
[Am] _ [C] _
Early one morning while making the rounds, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and I shot my baby down.
I shot her down and I went [C] to bed, I stuck that loving .44
beneath my head.
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun, I took a shot of [G] cocaine and away I run.
Made a good run but I run too [C] slow, they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
And in the high joints taking the pill, head walk a [G] sheriff from Syracuse Hill.
Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, you're the dirty hack that shot your woman [C] down.
Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee, if you've got a warrant [G] you better read it to me.
I shot her down cause she made me so, [C] I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black, they threw [Cm] me on a [G] free train and hauled me back.
Had no friend in Puerto Rico, my [C] pal, they struck my dad a carcass in that county jail.
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Early next morning around half past nine, I [G] saw a sheriff coming down the line.
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat, take him on you dirty hacking to that district [C] court.
Into the courtroom my trial began, where I [G] was judged match for a honest man.
Just as the jury started walking [C] out, I saw that little judge commence to look about.
In about five minutes in walked a man, holding the [G] verdict in his right hand.
The verdict made in the first degree, well I shouted Lordy, Lordy, please have mercy on [C] me.
The judge smiled when he picked up his pen, ninety [G] nine years in the San Quentin pen.
Ninety nine years underneath [C] that crown, but I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch [F] down.
Come on you hotheads, listen to [G] me, say off that whiskey and lift [C] that cocaine fee.
[Am] _ [C] _