Junco Partner

Down the road came a Junco Partner

Boy, he was loaded as can be

He was knocked out, knocked out loaded

He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Singing 6 months ain't no sentence

Yeah, and one year ain't no time

I was born in Angola

Serving 14 to 99

Well I wish I had me one million dollars

One million to call my own

I would raise me, and say, "grow for me baby"

Raise me a tobacco farm

Take a walk, Take a walk, Junco Partner

Well, when I had me a great deal of money

Yeah, I had mighty good things all over town

Now I ain't got no more money

All of my good friends just put me down

So now I got to pawn my ratchet and pistol

Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain, chain, chain

I would have pawned my sweet Gabriella

But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name

Down the road, down the road came a Junco Partner

Boy, he was loaded as can be

He was knocked out, knocked out loaded.

loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded

He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Take a walk, (Take a walk, take a walk)

I can't walk

Down the road, down the road came a Junco Partner

'Hey, Mister', he called out to me

and it was three things he shattered

Singing, singing cocaine

Got as guilty as it can go

Oh, Junco Partner

Well I'm down, yes I'm getting thirsty

Oh a mighty good beer, when I'm dry

Just, just give me whisky, when I'm thirsty

Give me headstone when I die.

Down the road.