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Вариации в музыке

Кто такой Джонни Кэш, знают... ну, если не все, то многие.
И вот давеча смотрю я, значит, какой-то сериал. Cold Case, наверное. Да, точно, Cold Case. И слышу не очень характерную для Джонни песенку. Вернее, песенка характерная, но манера исполнения нетипичная. И явно мне нравится больше, чем обычное его творчество.
Вот исходный вариант, который был спет во время концерта в тюрьме:


А вот то, что звучало в сериале и что я, таки, нашёл после копания в интернетах:


Слова, если кому интересно (очень близко к тексту) (спасибо play.google.com):

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head.

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in warren mexico.

Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from jeraco hill
He said willy lee your name is not jack brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.

Oh yes oh yes my name is willie lee
If you've got a warrant just a read it to me
I shot her down cause she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
I had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped a dime of carcus in the county jail.

Earley next morning about a half past nine
I spotted a sheriff walkin' down the line
My daddy coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hack into
The district court

Into the court rom my trial began
Where I was held by twelve honest men
Before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.

In a bout five minutes in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The 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 federal(/folson)pen
Ninety nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on come on and listen to me
Stay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

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