Soul Asylum
Time's Incinerator
Cocaine Blues
Early one morning while making my rounds 
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down 
I shot her down bacause she made me stoned 
Late the next morning I grabbed my gun 
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run 
It made me run, but I run too slow 
They took me down at the border of Mexico 
Taking the highroads taking the kill 
Goin' watchin the sheriff from Circle Hill 
Tilley lil lady my name is nice Jack Brown 
Yes my name is Doo Little Lee 
If you got a warrant you better read it to me 
I shot her down cause she made me stoned 
When I was arrested I was pressed at blank 
They needed a freight train to hold me back 
I got no friend who are gonna pay my bail 
I became a dried up carcas in the county jail 
The next morning bout half past nine 
I saw a sheriff walking down the line 
The sheriff said as he cleared his throat 
The nest morning my trial began 
Where I was judged by twelve honest men 
In bout five minutes in walks a man 
holding the verdict in his right hand 
the verdict said in the third degree 
I tried so lord plase have mercy on me 
ninety nine years in the Sam Clint Ben 
ninety nine years in which he made me proud 
I wont forget the day I shot that bad bitch down 
Comon you haglers listen up to me 
Say I took this letter and a bag of cocaine