Junko Partner

Down the road come-a Junko Partner

Boy, he was loaded as can be

Boy, he was knocked down, knocked down loaded

You know he wobbled all over the street

Singing, "Six months ain't no sentence

Thought that one year ain't no time

They got boys up on the Ponderosa

Servin' nine to ninety-nine"

If I had, if I had, if I had a million dollars

Just-a one million to call my own

I would buy me the land around Parish Prison

And I would grow me a big mootie farm, alright

Down the road, down the road, down the road

Here he comes, Mr. Jones

Whoo, boy, you're on your back so hard

Got to say lordy-ho

If a penny make a nickel, a nickel make a dime

A dime will make you half and a half will make a dollar

Make you holler

Give me whisky when I get a little frisky

'Cause it's-a mighty good drink when you get a little dry

Give me tobacco when I get a little sickly

But give me heroin before I die

Down the road, down the road, down the road, down the road

Come-a Junko Partner, Partner, Partner, Partner

Boy, he was loaded as can be

But he was knocked, knocked, knocked, he was knocked out loaded

Don't you know he wobbled, yes, all over the street