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

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Writer(s): Robert Shad