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.
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.
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Writer(s): Robert Shad
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