| Down the road came a Junco Partner
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| Boy, he was loaded as can be
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| He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
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| He was a’wobblin' all over the street
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| Singin' «6 months ain’t no sentence
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| And one year ain’t no time
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| I was born in Angola
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| Servin' 14 to 99»
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| Well I wish I had me $ 1 million dollars
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| One million to call my own (all my own)
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| I would raise me and say, «Grow for me baby»
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| Raise me a tobacco farm
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| Take a walk
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| Take a walk, Junco Partner
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| Hey! |
| Don’t bother me
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| ! |
| Like that!
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| Well, when I had me a great deal of money
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| Yeah had mighty good friends all over town
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| Now I ain’t got no more money
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| All of my good friends just put me down
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| So now I gotta pawn my ratchett and pistol
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| Yeah, I gonna pawn my watch and chain
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| I would have pawned my sweet Gabriella
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| But the smart girl she wouldn’t sign her name
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| (Repeat 1st verse)
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| I can’t walk!
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| I can’t walk!
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| Down the road a’came a Junco Partner
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| «Hey, mister» he called out to me
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| And it was three things he shouted
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| Singin', singin' (?)
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| Oh!
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| Junco Partner
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| Well I’m down, yes I’m getting thirsty
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| Pour me out a good beer, when I’m dry
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| Just, just give me whisky, when I’m thirsty
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| Give me headstone when I die
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| Down the road |