Texty

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 bars up on Ponderosa So every night, tonight's the night 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 throw me a big movie phone? 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, a half will make a dollar Make you ha-a-a-ller Let me misbehave? When I get a little frisky Cus it's-a mite good rain When you get a little dry Give me tobacco-o-o When I get a little sickly But it gives me heaven Before I die Down the road, down the road, down the road Come 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
Writer(s): Robert Shad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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