Chords for Roy Hogsed - Cocaine Blues 1948
Tempo:
141.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Eb
Ab
Dbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Early one morning while making my rounds, took a shot of [Eb] cocaine and [A] shot my woman down.
Went right home and I went to bed [D] and stuck that [Ab] Lovin' 44 beneath [D] my head.
Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun, took a shot of [Eb] cocaine [Dbm] and away I run.
[Eb] [A] Made a good run but I run too slow, [D] they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
Laying in a hop joint smoking a pill, in walked the [Ab] sheriff [A] from Jericho Hill.
He said, Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, [D] you're the dirty half that shot your woman [Bm] down.
[D] Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie, if you've got [Ebm] a warrant [A] just read it to me.
Shot her cold cause she made me sore, [N] I thought I was her daddy but she had five [D] more.
When I was rested I was dressed in black, they put me on [Ab] a [A] train and they brought me back.
Had no friends to go my bail, [Gbm] they slapped my dried [Dbm] up carcass in that [D] county jail.
[A]
[D]
Early next morning about a half past nine, I spied the [Eb] sheriff [A] coming down the line.
Harked and he called as he cleared his throat, [G] he said, come on [Db] you dirty half into [D] that district court.
Into the courtroom my trial began, where I [Ab] was [A] paneled by twelve honest men.
Just before the jury started out, [D] I saw that little judge come in to look about.
In about five minutes in walked a man, holding the [Eb] verdict [A] in his right hand.
The verdict read in the first degree, [Gbm] I hollered, [G] Lordy, Lordy, have mercy [D] on me.
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen, ninety [C]-nine years in [A] the San Quentin pen.
Ninety-nine years underneath that [Gbm] ground, [D] I'll never forget the [E] day I shot my woman [A] [Dbm] down.
[D] Come all you half [G]-nets [Ab] unto me, just lay [B] off that whiskey [E] and let that [A] [D] cocaine be.
[Gm] [D] [Am] [D]
[N]
Early one morning while making my rounds, took a shot of [Eb] cocaine and [A] shot my woman down.
Went right home and I went to bed [D] and stuck that [Ab] Lovin' 44 beneath [D] my head.
Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun, took a shot of [Eb] cocaine [Dbm] and away I run.
[Eb] [A] Made a good run but I run too slow, [D] they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
Laying in a hop joint smoking a pill, in walked the [Ab] sheriff [A] from Jericho Hill.
He said, Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, [D] you're the dirty half that shot your woman [Bm] down.
[D] Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie, if you've got [Ebm] a warrant [A] just read it to me.
Shot her cold cause she made me sore, [N] I thought I was her daddy but she had five [D] more.
When I was rested I was dressed in black, they put me on [Ab] a [A] train and they brought me back.
Had no friends to go my bail, [Gbm] they slapped my dried [Dbm] up carcass in that [D] county jail.
[A]
[D]
Early next morning about a half past nine, I spied the [Eb] sheriff [A] coming down the line.
Harked and he called as he cleared his throat, [G] he said, come on [Db] you dirty half into [D] that district court.
Into the courtroom my trial began, where I [Ab] was [A] paneled by twelve honest men.
Just before the jury started out, [D] I saw that little judge come in to look about.
In about five minutes in walked a man, holding the [Eb] verdict [A] in his right hand.
The verdict read in the first degree, [Gbm] I hollered, [G] Lordy, Lordy, have mercy [D] on me.
The judge smiled as he picked up his pen, ninety [C]-nine years in [A] the San Quentin pen.
Ninety-nine years underneath that [Gbm] ground, [D] I'll never forget the [E] day I shot my woman [A] [Dbm] down.
[D] Come all you half [G]-nets [Ab] unto me, just lay [B] off that whiskey [E] and let that [A] [D] cocaine be.
[Gm] [D] [Am] [D]
[N]
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Early one morning while making my rounds, took a shot of [Eb] cocaine and [A] shot my woman down.
_ Went right home and I went to bed [D] and stuck that [Ab] Lovin' 44 beneath [D] my head.
_ Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun, _ took a shot of [Eb] cocaine [Dbm] and away I run.
[Eb] _ [A] Made a good run but I run too slow, [D] they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
_ _ Laying in a hop joint smoking a pill, in walked the [Ab] sheriff [A] from Jericho Hill.
He said, Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, [D] you're the dirty half that shot your woman [Bm] down.
[D] _ Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie, _ _ if you've got [Ebm] a warrant [A] just read it to me.
Shot her cold cause she made me sore, [N] I thought I was her daddy but she had five [D] more.
When I was rested I was dressed in black, they put me on [Ab] a [A] train and they brought me back.
Had no friends to go my bail, [Gbm] they slapped my dried [Dbm] up carcass in that [D] county jail. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Early next morning about a half past nine, I spied the [Eb] sheriff [A] coming down the line.
_ Harked and he called as he cleared his throat, [G] he said, come on [Db] you dirty half into [D] that district court.
_ Into the courtroom my trial began, _ where I [Ab] was [A] paneled by twelve honest men.
Just before the jury started out, [D] I saw that little judge come in to look about.
_ In about five minutes in walked a man, _ holding the [Eb] verdict [A] in his right hand.
The verdict read in the first degree, [Gbm] I hollered, [G] Lordy, Lordy, have mercy [D] on me.
_ The judge smiled as he picked up his pen, _ ninety [C]-nine years in [A] the San Quentin pen.
_ Ninety-nine years underneath that [Gbm] ground, [D] I'll never forget the [E] day I shot my woman [A] [Dbm] down.
[D] Come all you half [G]-nets [Ab] unto me, just lay [B] off that whiskey [E] and let that [A] _ [D] cocaine be.
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ Early one morning while making my rounds, took a shot of [Eb] cocaine and [A] shot my woman down.
_ Went right home and I went to bed [D] and stuck that [Ab] Lovin' 44 beneath [D] my head.
_ Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun, _ took a shot of [Eb] cocaine [Dbm] and away I run.
[Eb] _ [A] Made a good run but I run too slow, [D] they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
_ _ Laying in a hop joint smoking a pill, in walked the [Ab] sheriff [A] from Jericho Hill.
He said, Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown, [D] you're the dirty half that shot your woman [Bm] down.
[D] _ Yes, oh yes, my name is Willie, _ _ if you've got [Ebm] a warrant [A] just read it to me.
Shot her cold cause she made me sore, [N] I thought I was her daddy but she had five [D] more.
When I was rested I was dressed in black, they put me on [Ab] a [A] train and they brought me back.
Had no friends to go my bail, [Gbm] they slapped my dried [Dbm] up carcass in that [D] county jail. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Early next morning about a half past nine, I spied the [Eb] sheriff [A] coming down the line.
_ Harked and he called as he cleared his throat, [G] he said, come on [Db] you dirty half into [D] that district court.
_ Into the courtroom my trial began, _ where I [Ab] was [A] paneled by twelve honest men.
Just before the jury started out, [D] I saw that little judge come in to look about.
_ In about five minutes in walked a man, _ holding the [Eb] verdict [A] in his right hand.
The verdict read in the first degree, [Gbm] I hollered, [G] Lordy, Lordy, have mercy [D] on me.
_ The judge smiled as he picked up his pen, _ ninety [C]-nine years in [A] the San Quentin pen.
_ Ninety-nine years underneath that [Gbm] ground, [D] I'll never forget the [E] day I shot my woman [A] [Dbm] down.
[D] Come all you half [G]-nets [Ab] unto me, just lay [B] off that whiskey [E] and let that [A] _ [D] cocaine be.
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