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.