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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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Singing 6 months ain't no sentence |
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Yeah, and one year ain't no time |
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I was born in Angola |
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Serving 14 to 99 |
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Well I wish I had me one million dollars |
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Oh, one million to call 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, Take a walk, Junco Partner |
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Well, when I had me a great deal of money |
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Yeah, I had mighty good things all over town |
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Now I ain't got no more money |
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All of my good friends they're putting me down |
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So now I gotta pawn my ratchet and pistol |
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Yeah I'm 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 first verse twice) |
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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. |
