Sloppy Henry — Bobbed Haired Woman Blues

Monday morning the poor boy made his round Monday evening shot his bobbed haired woman down He wanted to go home, get in his bed And put a thirty-two-twenty right under his head Early Tuesday morning by the rising sun Boy got up and all to make his run He made his run and he run too slow Then they overtaken the boy down in Jericho Standin' on the corner, he was readin' a bill Up stepped a man he called Hector Hill Says to the boy, "Ain't your name Lee Brown? Don't you 'member Monday evenin' you shot your woman down?" "Yes, oh yes,", he says, "They call me Lee Got any readin's, please read it to me" He read, "Kansas City, Kansas, you know best Come and go with me boy, the judge'll tell you the rest" That mornin' he 's arrested, he was dressed in black Then the high sheriff carried him back He had nobody, now, to go his bail They laid the poor boy, safe, over in county jail Early that mornin', just at half past nine He spied the jailer comin' on down the line He heard the jailer clear up his throat He said, "Boy, you get ready for the justice court!" Justice court is now in hand Introduced to the boy twelve big honest men Jury do verdict, murder in the first degree Then the boy cried, "Lord, do have mercy on me!" He seed the judge pick up his pen "I don't think you'll kill a bob-haired woman again Give him lifetime, pickin' up this ground" He says, "Run and tell my Mama I'm on my last go-round"