Junco Partner

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a-wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety nine Well, I wish I had me one million dollars Oh, one million to call my own (all my own) I would raise meat and say, "grow for me baby" I would raise me a tobacco farm Take a walk, take a walk Junco Partner Hey, don't bother me That Like that 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 keep putting me down So now I gotta 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 I've ever seen He was knocked out, knocked out lordy-lordy-lordy-lord He was a-wobblin' all over the street, so Take a walk I can't walk Down the road came a Junco Partner "Hey, mister" He called out to me And it was three things he shouted Singing, singing, picking Gotta catch you with gold Oh! Junco Partner Jeez Well, I'm down, yes I'm getting thirsty Pour me 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